FAMILY HOME-HOUSE
There is my brother, whose full name cannot be spoken:
Elijah, coming from the Center Square.
He claims, "I was calling you! And nothing."
Now that we see one another,
He exclaims, "How about it?"
Enoch is already at the table; a cup of tea says it all.
Ezekiel speaks of the dragon—the dragon already without a tail.
My Father caught Enoch up to Home because he was walking in clean, white clothes.
He was one of a kind.
That much I could say, aided by the SuperMind.
It is okay.
My dear Heavenly Mother, with an arm half-broken, asks for help.
I am not able to decline, as it is written.
ISHMAEL!
"YES, LORD!" The water boiling while eating fulfilled the call.
Stephen is praying, while Adonijah has recently come from a well-known land.
"He speaks alone," says Paul.
While my two sisters are passing by, they say:
"In this stone you will seek and find NOTHING—whatsoever—at all."
Then, a voice near the door whispers,
"Why would you ever leave your Home-House?"
