The Fence

by Rev Cheryl Birch

oldgate

Sun baked boards
Worn wood, ragged
Cracked, dry
Bleached, faded

Knots and holes
Ribs and spines
Like dead bones
Standing against time

Crevices dark
Blackened with grime
Rusty nails protrude
Crooked gate open wide

Vines wrap around
Weeds at the base
A bloom of yellow
Brightens the place

Backyard fence
Reminiscent of life
Tired and beaten
Burdens and strife

What looks wasted
Is not at all
Easily transformed
By Jesus’ call

The Gate is open
Ancient, old
The Way to God
Holy road

Photo found on pinterest.com

One Comment to “The Fence”

  1. “The Way to God, Holy road” indeed! 🙂

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