I don’t believe in ghosts,

But there’s a spirit within this place.

A sense of purpose, of achievement.

Every beam, every tile

A testimony to toil and sweat;

To a genius with vision

And the will to craft new designs,

Functionality melded with beauty.

It’s a proud man but a family man

Who can create a loving home

Within a shrine to his own artistry.

I don’t believe in ghosts,

But there’s a spirit within this place.

Pause and look around,

Every lintel, every panel carved

Or painted, to honour and celebrate

God with family.

Hand crafted chairs, deceptively simple.

A bed made without nails or screws,

Held together by a carpenter’s  love.

Can you not hear the joyful music,

The beating heart of the house?

I don’t believe in ghosts,

But there’s a spirit within this place.