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The Ol' Barn
by louis gander There was a barn once painted red which stood on grandpa's old homestead and built so very long ago, a sorry sight - I told him so. As a boy I often wondered why it hadn't ever timbered. I heard the sagging rafters yawn with half its several shingles gone. I stepped in (the barn doors missing) - found it home for sparrows singing. Though the birds flew around freely the floors were filled in man's debris. No matter which way I'd be glancing dust in sunlight rays were dancing. Warning cobwebs seemed to sketch - between the timbers they would stretch. Foundation laid in cobblestone but its sure footing wasn't known. Between some stones were gaping cracks that could not hide the basic facts. Every post in building leaning, wall to wall had needed cleaning. Winter winds would whistle through. That big ol' barn had lost, I knew. Its sole purpose couldn't render - so it offered full surrender. Weather's sin had taken toll and wind and sleet had found its soul. That ol' barn is much like us and in our need we make a fuss. Our sagging souls are so uncouth that we no longer seek the truth. Deceit flies in our open door and we care little anymore. We'd rather compromise instead as cobwebs fill our empty head. Our minds are filled with sins' debris with anyone whom we agree. The love is lost between our bones and leaves us cold, loosened stones. Will our convictions stand together or now yield to stormy weather? Are we responsible inside or has our character also died? Over these years the time has lapsed and long ago that barn collapsed. Now as I look at its demise, I listen to the worlds last cries.... Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |