Shaker Road

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This old house has seen it all before.  The rummaging of angst…The backdoor horrors…

Three crows circling the unkempt gardens, pecking orders for the leftovers.

Descending much like beggars to pennies upon the floor.

This old house…closed for repairs…missing steps in the stairs.

Leaking self depreciating humor…encased in toxic rumor.

This old house…if only you had known sooner.

A foundation built on Christ.

Dining in prayer with the Father and a roll of the dice.

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I shall tell you now.

I shall tell you now…

what all these years…

you have missed.

“Nail and frail and lying low.  A legacy cast no shadow.  For it must have not just shape and form, but contempt for danger…or, it only lay shallow.”

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“Occasionally, we have to take care of those who once…took care of us.  Often leaving, the participants, stuck between wonder-lust and antiquated mistrust.”

A One Story House

 

 

I met a woman who owned a lone house.

She kept it, as is,

for prosperity’s sake.

‘Can I help you?’ she quipped.

At the moment, I wished for isolation.

So a vague attempt was given to, wordy invitation.

Oh, to be as a stray thing…in control of my own destination.

The conversation remained subtle and soft.

As if to not hurt anyone’s sense of appeal.

And, thus, I stood struck dumb by the need to not feel.

A loner, extroverted, needs respite in which to breathe.

Such are the monsters, we feed.

This stranger did not tell me a story…

That I did not already know.

Whether unkempt or out in not green pastures.

There somethings we cannot let go.

We parted ways with the agreement…

That we would meet again, someday.

In the rear view of life…

Sometimes, it is only ‘remember when’ that makes us stay.