Poem from a Client who went through a deep change

I built a house some years ago.
The stone well preserved,
It took care of itself while I was away.
It filled the cracks in the wood floor with my food
And restored the windows with my thoughts.
It read my letters and paid my bills.

I left my house, still half-unbuilt, some years ago.
The scaffolding stands tall, but watch it withering - the tears the sky cries erode it day by day.

I come home, and my house is there.
Beneath the scaffolding, waiting, patient.

I am patient, too.

I take my ladder and remove the frame until my house stares right back when I look at it.
I step inside, and the walls hug me,
And the fireplace lights itself,
And the doormat says: “Welcome home.”