Sunday Black and White

Old houses have a story to tell,

 

in the quiet it tolls as clear as a bell.

 

It wears the lives it held in each scratch and mark,

as silent witness in light and dark.

Old houses bear scars with nothing to hide,

showing you what's important, in what to take pride

Old houses have secrets, in their light you will see,

of loss and of pride and what it means to be free.

So get out your tools, lay past hurts away,

with that cookie cutter house of yesterday.

For your home's now an old one, where treasures abound,

to be unearthed as from Heaven, its angels watch down.

You'll hear the music of the lives that lived here,

and dance to it as the days becomes years.

it is not practical, easy or cheap,

but old houses, unclaimed, never fail to weep.