Spiritual Retreats for Married Couples

Poem of An Old Christian

Worn out, abused and used.
Scarred and twisted, bled and wounded;
had and done and dry and withered.

Flower come and went and
seeds dispersed;
If there's fruit it's budding somewhere.
Don't ask me,
I'm blinded too.

Hard of hearing,
songs long gone.
Tunes to heaven
all gone wrong.

What is left is hope and faith;
driest winds
and stinging sand.
These old bones
will rise again;
just don't press me as to when.

 


(April 18, 2006)