Faded Windows

Eyes peer through faded windows,

Looking forward from the past,

Names and faces forgotten,

From love and lives begotten,

Each one was a child and a story,

Each life a miracle in God’s glory,

The people in the pictures are long gone,

Along with those who kept the memories.

History is a discipline of the heart,

For it is comprised of endeavors of love,

In the creation of families and kingdoms,

For passion brings dreams to reality,

Neither dreams nor love ever fades,

Though kingdoms may crumble into ruin,

Though children may forget their elders,

The song of life around us never forgets.

I can see this light through faded pictures,

I can feel it in the forgotten park,

I can hear it in the voice of the old man,

Who stopped here to look at the trees,

Who stops here to feed the birds,

Who stopped here to remember the truth,

Though many pass by without seeing,

The truth of beauty is around us and free.

Pull your faded pictures into the light,

Though you may not know their names,

Look at the stories within their eyes,

Think of the kingdoms they did build,

Think of the families they once loved,

Look at the beauty of truth around you,

Live in that light which they embraced,

Which can be seen through faded windows.