This is a house
Where angels dwell.
Bodyguards that surround us
And protect us,
So the gates of hell
Cannot prevail against us.
Darkness is swept away,
As the light shines brighter;
Unto the perfect day.
The devil flees
From the sight of me.
No – from the Spirit that is a part,
Of my very heart.
He can see no storm
Will ever do me harm.
I am so secure.
And calm.
For this is a house
Where angels dwell.
Protecting me from
The gates of hell.
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*Photograph by Mike Barwood
*Words by Mary Larter
The poem and the photograph do not compliment each other. I would have looked for more of a peaceful scene. A front yard with cherubs perhaps, in either sunset or sunrise looking onto a beautiful house.
Hi Heather,
I totally get where you are coming from but I did specifically choose this photo for a reason.
While statues of cherubs might play into a more literal interpretation of this poem, the idea doesn’t work for me for several reasons.
In this poem (and I know this because I know the author) Angels are not so much cherubic children or even humans with wings so much as they are simply soldiers of God in charge of safeguarding the lives of those lucky enough to believe in their existence. It is in no way whimsical or airy-fairy or something to be believed light-heartedly, but something taken seriously and revered accordingly.
Now while a more scenic photograph as you suggested might make more “romantic” sense, I chose this particular photograph because of it’s perfect simplicity.
Our homes, and more specifically our bedrooms, should be a place of safety. This particular photo conjured in me a childlike feeling of safety, as well as the need for the ability to provide it. Outside there is darkness it says but inside there is light. So the emphasis is drawn inwards instead of towards what is on the outside.
I absolutely love this photograph.
i love this photograph too. and it’s a beautiful poem which made me feel safe just reading it.