the contents of his pocket the night he died
last week we got the news a magnificent, historic barn had burned to the ground from a lightning strike. at first, i thought it was this structure....the place i now call my church since it's open to the public and a destination on many of my walks. i'm always alone here except for the hundreds of swallows that swoop in an out of the entrance. as it turned out, the building's brother was the victim. not the grandeur of his sister, but proud in history and purpose. had this barn been destroyed, it would have felt like an amputation. cherish the stories in the walls of the old.
the building seen thru the arch is the one we lost:
www.flickr.com/photos/21891888@N00/29314873646/in/datepos...
the contents of his pocket the night he died
last week we got the news a magnificent, historic barn had burned to the ground from a lightning strike. at first, i thought it was this structure....the place i now call my church since it's open to the public and a destination on many of my walks. i'm always alone here except for the hundreds of swallows that swoop in an out of the entrance. as it turned out, the building's brother was the victim. not the grandeur of his sister, but proud in history and purpose. had this barn been destroyed, it would have felt like an amputation. cherish the stories in the walls of the old.
the building seen thru the arch is the one we lost:
www.flickr.com/photos/21891888@N00/29314873646/in/datepos...