A NEED FOR PRESERVATION
I am seen as a place of sanctuary, refuge and comfort. My rooms are filled with the sound of children's voices, idle but interesting chat between friends and family
and holidays fill my space with laughter, joy, and smells of the seasons. I own a small part of this world and can be seen by everyone and known as a joy to those who visit. My magnificent roof shelters friends and family from the rain and snow; my windows reflect the smiling faces of little ones curious about the new coming day.
As time goes on, my age is now apparent and like the family and friends, I am tired. The roof that provided shelter now leaks; floors creak, my windows no longer reflect a child's smile. There is no echo of voices within my walls. As the sun rises above the trees each day, it provides no solace but beams out upon my tired being showing nothing but weariness. The family and friends I sheltered are growing old and see no reason to continue providing stature.
Age is not endless but I can withstand age with the hands of ones who care for the magnificent structure I am. I can come alive with more meaning and presence again to re-tell the stories of the wonderful people and their life events who once resided within. It can be done only with the hearts and hands from those who care.
and holidays fill my space with laughter, joy, and smells of the seasons. I own a small part of this world and can be seen by everyone and known as a joy to those who visit. My magnificent roof shelters friends and family from the rain and snow; my windows reflect the smiling faces of little ones curious about the new coming day.As time goes on, my age is now apparent and like the family and friends, I am tired. The roof that provided shelter now leaks; floors creak, my windows no longer reflect a child's smile. There is no echo of voices within my walls. As the sun rises above the trees each day, it provides no solace but beams out upon my tired being showing nothing but weariness. The family and friends I sheltered are growing old and see no reason to continue providing stature.
Age is not endless but I can withstand age with the hands of ones who care for the magnificent structure I am. I can come alive with more meaning and presence again to re-tell the stories of the wonderful people and their life events who once resided within. It can be done only with the hearts and hands from those who care.
