The Old Gray Barn
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Somber gray barn, boards creaking
Humble, meek and mild like the weathered dreams
Falling gentle as rainfall, calming the weary heart
With tender breaths of laughter amid the pleasures
Found beneath the edges of this massive structure
Beneath the rusty tin are stables and beasts
All thriving from the care taken by a farmer’s gift
For nurturing with sincerity and honesty and love
Brilliant rays of sunshine leaking through the boards
Coloring the dusty interior with blushing rays of light
If these battered boards could only speak
The tales they’d tell, the memories they’d bring back
Escaping the pores of gnarled and enduring lumber
As the elements blast away at the craggy assembly
Creating reasons to tremble with longing for the past
Wishes, warm and wild, obey the heart’s insight
Leaving faded hopes and dreams on the stall doors
Waving to the cow in colors of lost hopes, dreams
Feelings that feel like they’ll never be lifted up
Soothing away the anguish of forever looking back
Somber gray barn, boards creaking
Laughing at the goodness you’ve come seeking
Whispering of a past that never seems at peace
As the heart wonders through the distressed thoughts
Of a love story that has died and a soul gone on
Somber gray barn, boards creaking
Answer my prayers – you know what I’m seeking
A flame of hope, a blaze of imagination, a flicker of inspiration… glowing on my spirit like a revelation
Discovered in the boards nailed across the entrance
Somber gray barn, boards creaking
Reveal your truth to me… my prayers are penetrating
Rustling the old lumber with nails from the past
Where I long to go again… before my heart ascends
To be with my Creator in heaven’s lovely realms
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2021
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