Bricks and stone may endure
A few years, but quickly and sure
They ruin. So wood and glass
These soon will pass
On, worn and weary.
Used up and dreary
Fascia cracks, a crack leaks
Soffits warp, time keeps
Moving on, marching on.
 Bricks crumble. Paint fades.
Boards rot and mold trades
Place with what once was prime.
What stays? What transcends time?
What of my work when my life is past?
Only what was done for Christ will last.

Published by Elece

I am a photographer and a freelance writer. I write stories, poetry, gift books, and magazine articles––both print and online. Photographing children, places, and especially flowers is my hobby.

Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: