The Gathering Place

[Searcher]

The Gathering Place


They gathered there each year
Under the ancient tree
From places far and near
Family and friends to see

It was the Gathering Place
Where they spoke of Him
Sharing in His Grace
And praising God in hymns

Then as the years began to pass
The Gathering Place was dying
Until there were only two at last
Holding hands and crying

A very old man and a very old woman
Speaking their love of Him
Sitting close hand in hand
Knowing they’d not meet again

Reflecting on the years of past
And meetings filled with cheer
A parting kiss would be  their last
No one would come next year

The ancient tree put forth no leaves
When spring brought flowers of red
And a mighty wind toppled the tree
The Gathering Place was dead


Written 2018 Given by the Spirit to be shared with all but claimed by none. All praise and glory belong to Him.