These grey stones that cut to the quick,
they send us their imploring cries.
Echoes of stories long dead,
but who yet still are very much alive.
Do you choose to discard their tales?
Or use their etchings to draw on your own heart?
Ancestors of old who once lost their way.
Wounds that cut deep from the start.
Lessons sketched on the back of every brick,
telling us to open our eyes.
Walk on the righteous tread,
and to keep away from the vicious lies.
Listen to their distant wails,
no matter how long they have been set apart.
Heed their warnings and don’t stray,
from the wisdom they impart.
We can still learn from them today,
from our Lord never depart.
We still hear their voices say,
O how great thou art.
[Proverbs 12:15] The way of fools seems right to them, but the wise listen to advice.
[Proverbs 19:20] Listen to advice and accept discipline, and at the end you will be counted among the wise.
[Proverbs 19:27] Stop listening to instruction, my son, and you will stray from the words of knowledge.
In Christian Love,