you can't keep it out

there's a laughter that creeps in
through the crack under the door

no one
can keep love out

(being that it is all there is)

locked inside the house of love,

where's the problem?

rest now

on that hardwood floor,

the one made from the lives of trees

receiving their life,

their strength,

their many years of snow and rain,

their many meals of soil,

their trillions of hours of sunlight

oh dear prisoner 

in your own home,

worship but the floor

you walk on

and welcome home

the Love

beneath your every step!