Reclaim: to rescue from an undesirable state
My wife Julie wrote me this poem in late February when i was in sort of a wilderness season. The poem speaks to that deep place in me that often fears being passed by, or overlooked by God. Having lived in a couple very rural Tennessee settings, old, broken-down barns are a familiar sight to me.
RECLAIMED BARNWOOD
There's a barn in an open field,
Standing alone...
It's been there for years,
Ignored, weathered, rain stained
Wind beaten
Rotting.
It's gloomy, grey
And where it meets the grass, it's slightly green
With moss.
Empty, unused, serving
No purpose, but shelter
For the occassional passerby.
It sits idle.




