At the west side of town,
back from the highway and nestled among the trees, stands an old barn,
not as active as it once was...
but still useful to its owners, who are friends of ours, for the storage it provides...
the memories it holds...
and the views it frames--
of leafy green trees...
and a grassy field, stretching to distant hills on the far horizon.
Inside, the hay is soft underfoot
and on this particular day,
light streaming in through windows and cracks
draws my attention upward.
Should I be on my knees?
"Certain thoughts are prayers.
There are times when,
whatever be the attitude of the body,
the soul is on its knees."
-Victor Hugo
Linking with Barn Charm.
