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.
There's a barn in an open field,
It's been there for years,
Ignored, weathered, rain stained
It's gloomy, grey
And where it meets the grass, it's slightly green
Empty, unused, serving
No purpose, but shelter
For the occassional passerby.
It sits idle.