They built a house.
Each board of wood
Was placed with care,
Went where it should.
Then passed one day
A fiery hand.
It touched the house,
Whence reprimand:
“Don’t touch me so!
I’ve come alight.
I’ll die like this,
Won’t last one night.”
Indeed that night
House burned and burned.
That hand seemed gone,
But House had turned
Into a fire,
Bright but in pain.
House found the fire
Could not be tamed.
And yet he lived;
Upright he stayed.
Although aflame
And much afraid,
His boards found that
They weren’t consumed.
In fact their strength
More than resumed.
And all around
Came out to see
A house that burns
And yet does be.
