From Rust to Open Hearted
You served your purpose,
You gave your best
Restraining all inhabitants
Like eggs from a nest
But today you rest on a rock pile
Rusted, bent and spoiled
No longer hanging on that fence post
But discarded, a dissolving coil
Your season has approached you
The soil soon will return
As winter softens your back
Just as frost speaks to the fern
But out of the darkness comes redemption
A gift too good to refuse
Pulled from vine and humus
Time no longer subject of abuse.
He wraps and molds you with his grace
A novel purpose of life and aim
Confessing to a renewed natal
A foundation of a new claim
Yes he obtained you from the grave
All dirty, worn and discarded
Gifting you a new lease of life
From rust to the opened hearted.
Best 2016 ©