I have been away.
while I was away one thing possessed me:
the homelessness of God.
'the son of man has nowhere to lay his head'.
like the birds, we build nests.
and it's true: we cannot survive without shelter.
making a virtue out of necessity
we lavish them with care.
then we build places for you too
as though you were like us!
your placelessness too hard for us to bear.
our mansions, and yours,
like the doves' heap of twigs,
will be blown down by the wind.
it's only a question of time.
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