Everything old and covered in dust |
Was the attic on the old homestead.
For ten long years this house had set still
On the ranch once known as Rustler’s Red.
I carefully went through Gramp’s old belongings
As to me they were treasures of old.
Like his favorite pipe, his Oak walking stick
And his pocket watch made of gold.
I came across a satchel of soft bound leather
Tied with a white cotton cord.
Releasing its knot I carefully opened its flap
And from it papers outpoured.
A slight hint of Jasmine filled the air
And did quickly my nostrils reach.
Love letters to Grandma that Gramp’s had wrote
Each beginning “To my sweet Georgia Peach”.
I took the time to read each one
Devouring each and every word.
I read of the depth of his endless love
Never had my heart been so stirred.
After finishing the last letter
I move on to the desk placed adjacent to the door.
And there found his Bible and a pair of old spec’s
And an envelope half stuck in a drawer.
Gently I lifted the Bible
From its solemn place of rest
And blowing the dust from its cover
Its contents I could not have guessed.
For as I turned over the well worn cover
A small paper was tucked inside
With the names of my boys my wife and I
And a prayer asking the Lord for us to provide.
A tear began find its way
Through the stubble on my cheek
And as I began to see the heart of this man
By comparison I seemed so weak.
Next I pulled out the envelope
Half stuck out from the drawer.
It simply read “I’ve just past the torch,
Pray for your family I implore.”
There in that attic covered in dust
I knelt down on my knees
And asked the Lord to help me to be
The man Gramp’s would want me to be.
As I left that attic and its seeming treasures,
I took with me the greatest treasure of all
A heritage past down from Gramp’s to me
One of love to help others stand tall.
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