Saturday, June 04, 2011

Burned Barn

From Blog11

The barn which stood for generations
Today is merely ash,
Consumed by the fire play
Of youth.
The smoke of their foolishness ascends,
A sacrifice to wasted days.

The hay fueled flames, not peaceful cows,
As men from seven stations
Arrived in the already-horrid heat and drought.
They baptized the burning building
And knotted traffic,
Losing all,
But little more.


When the world is judged by fire,
Will my works all be consumed?
Are they merely mine, or higher?
Are they altar-smoke, or fumes?

For no one can lay a foundation other than that which is laid, which is Jesus Christ. Now if anyone builds on the foundation with gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, straw—each one's work will become manifest, for the Day will disclose it, because it will be revealed yby fire, and the fire will test what sort of work each one has done. If the work that anyone has built on the foundation survives, he will receive a reward. If anyone's work is burned up, he will suffer loss, though he himself will be saved, but only as through fire.

--1 Corinthians 3:11-15


Ρωμανός ~ Romanós said...

Good and sobering poem, brother.
How we are surrounded by signs when taking the wrong way!
If only we could see them.

Jim Swindle said...

Amen, Romanós.

dfish said...

Thought provoking poem. Great.