There’s Hope

There’s hope for the house on the corner,
The one with the tub in the yard,
The one that’s been rundown and empty,
That looks as if life has been hard.

For now the dark house on the corner
Has workers that come and that go.
It has a large bin in the side yard,
A place where old fixtures they throw.

Some doors and some windows stand open.
There’s light shining into the dark.
The house on the corner looks hopeful,
As if they’ve ignited a spark.

It’s brighter down there on the corner,
In spite of the shade of the tree.
The brick has been lightened and brightened
By whitewash applied expertly.

When I take a walk to the corner,
The dog trotting next to my feet,
The progress the old house is making,
Feels to me especially sweet.

For as long as I have been passing,
The house has stood empty and sad.
For a long time my heart has been pining
And struggling with being glad.

But to everything there’s a season
It may be a house or a heart
That needs quite a bit of reworking
To give it a fresh face and start.

It might take some scrubbing and scraping,
And things could look worse once begun.
A job taken on in excitement,
May suddenly not seem so fun.

Then one day the turmoil and trouble
Will be as a thing of the past,
That opened new space in the spirit
For changes to stick and to last.

The hope for the house on the corner
I’m holding for you and for me.
It’s never too late to get started
To grow into who we will be.

4 thoughts on “There’s Hope

  1. Iris Nauman

    I’ve often looked at decrepit old houses and wondered what Joys or sorrows belonged to the families that called them home.

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      1. Therea Howard

        Julie, you obviously have a gift with putting words together and communicating meaningful details that offer hope. You inspire me to be more observant in
        recognizing beauty in the simple surroundings i.e. the construction of villas across the street.

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  2. maretta

    I love this. Your words have caused me to see that house and the goings on there, and also see God’s work in my life and in the lives of others. (Plus, I love old houses and hate watching them fall into disrepair.)

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Thanks for heart-composting with me! I appreciate your words.