OLD VOICES  

ARE  EVERYWHERE ....
JUST PAUSE
AND LISTEN!  

February 14, 2014 - Poem for Today

This Old Barn

Imagine if this old barn could speak

and tell us all it knows
of heat, and snow and great winds

 that did blow
The creatures that were boarded here,

they lived, they ate, they slept
The mares that birthed their foals,

the lambs that played and lept
The folks that bedded in the straw

as they were passing by this way
thankful for the gift of rest,

wool blankets on the straw they lay
The lovers that crept inside the shadows  

to share a stolen kiss,
a small indiscretion, 

what could be the harm
History in the making, 

generations come and gone
While farmers work from dawn to dark,

the days are very long
This old barn has seen it all

 through decades of seasons fare
It's secrets are safe inside, no one asks

 and no one cares
The roof sags, the doors hang,

the windows are all gone
If someone doesn't love it soon

this old barn will be gone.

© Victoria Feathers

Homework:

Look around your house. Stop at any chair or couch or room - table, bed, or door - and then apply the message of this poem to that chair or couch or room - table, bed or door. Memories. Stories. The people of our lives. What spot - what object - in your spaces - has the most energy? Joys or sorrows: the stuff of prayer - the stuff of voices from the past -the stories of a life.