By David Kitz
We found it in the derelict farmhouse –
the abandoned house –
not really a house now.
For many years this
home-of-the-pioneers had been used as a barn.
There in the lean-to kitchen
it sat.
The ornately carved pressed back
chair
looked so out of place,
yet somehow at home
in the grime and dust.
There through the decades it
sat –
weathered into
its chicken coop surroundings
–
A treasure sitting in the
barnyard filth.
Curious,
I lifted it up
Out of the mire
Out of the manure.
Then, I saw this was no chair.
From the muck and straw
emerged the rockers.
Here was an antique, pressed
back rocker!
Now redeemed
It sits in my house –
In my home –
Washed clean,
Renewed,
A treasure.
On this antique rocker
My son was nursed.
His tears were wiped.
His cry was soothed.
Here he heard the Redeemer's
lullaby
Just like a hundred years ago.
Just like a hundred years ago.
Rock me gently now,
My antique rocker.
As I drift off to sleep
Rock me gently.
Let me hear the Redeemer's
Lullaby.
Rock me gently now,
Just like a hundred years ago.
Just like a hundred years ago.
Rock me gently now.
From the seat of sweet redemption
Let me sing redemption's song.
Let me sing redemption's song
–
the Redeemer's Lullaby –
Just like two thousand years ago.
Just like two thousand years
ago.
Because you pulled me from the
mire,
Let me sing redemption's song.
Let me sing redemption's song
–
the Redeemer's Lullaby –
Ten thousand years from now.
Ten thousand years from now. .
.
As I drift off. . .
Rock me gently,
Antique Rocker.
David Kitz is an occasional poet and the award-winning author of a passion-of-Christ novel, The Soldier, the Terrorist & the Donkey King. You can check out his other works at:
6 comments:
Wistful and heartfelt, and imaginatively told, David!
Beautiful portrayal of Redemption and the Redeemer's ability to restore to the Creator's intended use.
Love it. Thank you.~~+~~
Lovely!
Pam
A lovely story and poem filled with sweet memories and stark hope. Brilliant. And what a beautiful rocker it is!
Beautiful. I loved it.
Wow! What a poem. It tugs at your heart and draws you from the muck and the mire right into eternity! Thanks for sharing that.
Thanks, everyone for the positive comments. Now I need a gifted musician to set this true story/poem to music.
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