Golden House On the Hill

The Autumn sun shone with golden magic
The warmth of the embrace was seen from afar
As I stood along the fence in the valley below

Inside the house are tales akin to tragic
A son had volunteered, never returned from war
The brother, when burgled, lost a limb & elbow

The mother took a job in the town's law practice
Came home too tired, to enjoy bird or flower
Tend her husband, then disabled son in back bungalow

This is the story of every house, of Al & Beatrice
Clark & Diane, Everett & Flo, by year, month, hour!
The house glowing under God's sun, hides tales of woe
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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George Avatar
June 14, 2022 at 1:53 AM
All around us, there are such sad stories to be told ! Those who rely in God as under the sun remain stoic facing them with courage ! A meaningful poem, Anil brother
DiMino Avatar
June 5, 2022 at 8:32 PM
Wow! Powerful verse. How grateful I am, for others have it so much worse. Knowing why and how does not make such tragedy sit well in the heart. God grieves with us I believe. Great poetry! You get a Fav!
Deo Avatar
June 6, 2022 at 7:12 AM
Father DeMino, we write with equal rights, and we shall go on LORD willing. Your presence is vital here on PS. I am leaving a record day by day, in case the mission field is fatal to mortal life. Shalom shalom. When done, we're done
Rhymer Avatar
June 5, 2022 at 4:29 PM
Enjoyed.I could see it's soft radiant light even as it held despair.Often I look at old abandoned houses and imagine small children running along the rough dusty boards of its flooring.Really enjoyed what you painted with your words.
Deo Avatar
June 6, 2022 at 7:10 AM
Hello Vickey, your kind comment is much appreciated. Shalom shalom
Baker Avatar
June 5, 2022 at 11:05 AM
Very sad Anil. thanks for sharing, Bill
Deo Avatar
June 6, 2022 at 7:09 AM
ThanX coach Bill, all your recent visits encourage as Hebrews 10 directs true believers to do: iron sharpening iron. Shalom shalom
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