• There is an old antique shop down the lawn
    Dust covers every single item

    It hugs every broken chair
    It envelopes every old hat
    It encircles every unused toy

    But just in the corner
    There
    By the one eyed rocking horse
    There sits one item that is untouched
    Untouched by the dust

    Yes
    Its gold frame is tarnished
    Yes
    Its paint is peeling

    But it’s only gained beauty over time
    For as the waves hit the cliff in its visage
    An open piece of canvas lies in the castles sky
    Peeled off by an unruly child

    Though the painting has lost a part of its soul
    It gains more of it anew
    For it both lost
    And gained splendor

    Whenever probing eyes glance across the forgotten canvas
    Their own soul is captured into that blank piece
    Momentarily morphing into its shape
    Yet adding their own shape to it

    Some may see the shadow of death looming over the palace
    Some may see angels descending upon the fortress
    Some may see birds keeping an eye on the home

    There is an old antique shop down the lane
    In it a forgotten and aged landscape that has lost something
    That has lost part of its soul
    What does your soul make in this painting?