From naked stones of agony
I will build a house for me;
As a mason all
alone
I will raise it, stone by stone,
And every stone where I have
bled
Will show a sign of dusky red.
I have not gone the way in vain,
For I have good of all my pain;
My
spirit's quiet house will be
Built of naked stones I trod
On roads where I
lost sight of God.
Sara Teasdale
painting: Emilio Longon
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