Empty Buildings

Earlier today I was thinking about all the massive buildings around our world that are now sitting empty.  As thoughts started to take shape, this poem was created. 

 

Empty Buildings

Where once 

Was love

Laughter

Shoulder to shoulder

Bench touching bench

Peals of screams

At a touchdown

Or basket ball

Falling through a hoop

Loud cheering

At a hockey puck

Reaching a goal

Fans raising hands

Arms waving

Like Palm Sunday

At a rock band

Screaming for more

Going home empty

No better than before

Paying a fortune

For concerts and events

While children have starved

And those on the street

Have fought for their life

With no place to sleep

Empty stadiums

Full wallets

But empty hearts

While hungry beggars

Watched and wondered

What is life really all about?

Empty schools

Devoid of laughter

And art and music

A divine parade of

Little hands holding hands

Devoid of truth

Devoid of God

Divine instruction

And discipline that shows

True caring

Empty churches

Pew after pew

Were these rows filled

To be entertained

Or did they once

Bend a knee in humility to Me?

Church recreation

The new norm

And yet so little prayer

Where is the seeking

Of My holiness

And the cross and the thorn?

Empty marketplaces

Where money spent

Was never enough

The mall stole My Sundays

And now they are silent

And the idols of desire

Collect dust on the shelves

What is life really

But a vapor in time?

God breathed life in you

With a purpose

His purpose

To fulfill you

With His life

He gave to you

On the cross

Empty heart

Filled with things of this world

Let Him come in

And make all things new

Fulfill your life

With His love and pure truth

That’s what this is all about ...

1Jn 2:15  Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him. 

1Jn 2:16  For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world. 

1Jn 2:17  And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.