Annette Estella Hein's Blog – 1stMo. 2017 Archive (1)

This poem (parable, what have you) came to me last summer, and I felt drawn to share it here.

The Heretic

I built my house in the lonely mountains,

I built a place where I might rest.

For of this world I was so weary

That all I asked was one request.

I said good neighbors, can't you leave me be?

I said the peace of the Lord is here,

I said your church is not for me,

They said I blasphemed, it was clear.

They said old…