New Life – A Poem

New Life – Dale Imbleau, PM

Look at the empty hall
Once here there was life
Good men built great things here
They built themselves from raw stone to perfect ashlar
They built communities from raw ground
They built countries from those communities
They paused their work only to protect what they wrought
Then they picked up their tools to repair
Then they turned in from the country
They still honored it but no longer built
Then they turned in on their communities
They still built within but forgot why
Their numbers dwindled
Look at the empty hall
Look at the unused tools
Pick them up and restart anew
For even after winter ends growth
Spring always brings growth back
New life is always under the surface

Categorized as 3.5.7

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