“A room once cold and lonely is now a room of peace and rest”Words of hope spoken from a child of once despair
- Each time I walk into this room,
it seems so bare and empty,
but for a few pieces of furniture
old and worn.
The windows are closed, the curtains
old and torn.
It seems not a breath of air stirs,
it is tired and lonely,
from cares it has refused to share.
It is in mourning, quiet and still,
- Even the clock has stopped
It portrays a lack of honesty and
wears a costume of despair.
Whenever I venture in, it is difficult
- to leave, locked inside with its
loneliness, bound to its chair of
Whoever walks by, is sure it is doomed
and shakes their head.
One day I looked in a room beside it
and saw something that might cheer it.
Knocking on the door I asked, “Could you
spare a bed with a blanket of comfort
and a chest of hope, and some curtains
to brighten the windows, I could wash
the walls with a little soap and water?”
It was happy to share these things!
Now the hands of the clock are ticking,
the sound comforting.
Spools of yarn and threads of cotton
have rewoven this room.
And now I have a place of peace,
where I can rest, and when people
walk by, they sit for awhile and spin
in a room that has plenty of room
to share their stories!
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