Outside the church
\nis a silent auction.
\nThe good weather of the heart
\nsold for two kind words.
\nA whole garden given away for a glance.
\nLaughter composed by a child
\nfor its parents.
\nThe shadow of a bell tower
\npointing the path to heaven.
\nA charcoal sketch sold for a prayer.<\/p>\n
Inside, tables holding souvenirs.
\nChristmas china sold without
\ntheir dinners.
\nCups and candlesticks
\nremarkably unchipped,
\nage, a hundred years.
\nA picture frame without
\nthe grandmother\u2019s face,
\nwho in the end
\nsaw only by the light of love inside her.
\nIts price, the promised picture
\nof a child and parents
\nthat could be hers.<\/p>\n
Unused gifts,
\nbooks uncracked,
\nsweaters never worn.
\nThings that had no place,
\nbrought to the auction.
\nJewelry, pins, rings, watches,
\nbrass chains, nouveau art,
\nfor treasure or costume party.
\nThings brought to help a charity,
\na cup to collect the rain,
\na mirror to see the soul,
\na music box to free a song,
\nup for sale
\nin the silent auction of ourselves.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Outside the church is a silent auction. The good weather of the heart sold for two kind words. A whole garden given away for a…<\/p>\n