A house is merely a building, a structure,
made of wood, and glass
stone, and plaster.
It gives shelter from the cold, safety from harm,
a place to rest your head.
Now fill it.
Fill it with love, and warmth
and welcoming arms.
Fill it with joy and laughter
tears and sadness.
Fill it with happiness, and grief.
Life. And death.
Now it is transformed.
It is no longer simply walls and windows and doors.
No longer only shelter, or safety.
Filled with these things it becomes
something inviting, and comforting;
Filled with love, filled with family,
the house becomes