Frailty

An old man stares through the window pane

The cold wind is swaying the long grass

The man sits on a chair resting his weary legs

Weakness reflects from his withered skin

He is praying for strength and mercy

Silent devotion flows around him

The wall is covered with memories

Portraits with faces that never grow old

The dreams of the past haunt his lonely life

The crying face and voice of a newborn child

The piercing gaze in the eyes of grace

The first frail smile of the hopeful dawn

He closes the eyes that God once opened

And listens the wind howling outside

It cracks through the walls of old home

Deep to the soul of a man without a path