BUSY-NESS

(Not the house mentioned in the poem)

Busy…ness

I passed by a house the other day.

A beautiful brick house

Set back among trees…

Barely visible from the road.

It seemed so quiet there.

The very essence of peace

Seemed to prevail over the property.

And yet…

There was strife in that home.

A home

Once united in Christ,

But having found the way too difficult

And the cost too high…

Have renounced Him

By their actions;

And gone their own busy ways.

And the children….

Growing up in that home…

What chance do they have

Of finding a faith in things above?

A family too busy…

For God to have a place

Have gone their own separate ways

Without Him!

How very, very senseless…

And how sad!

©Edna L. Ingram, 1986