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.
