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