This house had to be built on grace,
But the termites threatened
To consume every last ounce
While remaining thin as the years of famine.

Grace rebuilt
And the came, oh they came,
And they ate.
As grace filled their stomachs,
Peace emerged
And they regurgitated love and joy
Until their insides
Became their outsides
Looking less like little vermin
And more like a new kind of decor.


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