I saw the last stanza of this poem on a TV show, of all places, and jotted it down. Years later I searched online and found out there was more to it. I like the calm feeling of the poem, especially toward the end.
Prayer for This House
by Louis Untermeyer
May nothing evil cross this door,
And may ill fortune never pry
About these windows; may the roar
And rain go by.
Strengthened by faith, these rafters will
Withstand the batt'ring of the storm;
This hearth, though all the world grow chill,
Will keep us warm.
Peace shall walk softly through these rooms,
Touching our lips with holy wine,
Till ev'ry casual corner blooms
Into a shrine.
Laughter shall drown the raucous shout;
And, though these shelt'ring walls are thin,
May they be strong to keep hate out
And hold love in.
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This would be great in a frame in your home. I like it too.
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