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May the walls of this house be strong in the face of storms:
Whether of winds or of words,
whether of thunder or of tyranny.
May the windows of this house be clear to the world's light:
Whether of dawns or of daring,
whether of sunsets or of stillness.
May the foundations of this house be firm upon the good earth:
Whether of soil or of sharing,
whether of bedrock or of behavior.
May the doors of this house be wide to all that come from afar:
Whether poems or people,
whether songs or strangers.
May this house embrace, like a graceful chalice,
The flame it cannot define or limit,
as a heart enshrines hopes larger than its beating walls.