These Old Pine Walls Poem by James Mcqueen Williams

Shadows stain these old pine walls, As the sun across the horizon falls, Loneliness beacons from within, And depression visits once again, The silence rings in these old ears, And these old eyes are dimmed with tears, Has God given up on me? , I hold my outstretched hand to Thee, But no one takes my hand at all, Except the shadows on these old pine walls. I`ve been a friend to those in need, `A friend in need is a friend indeed, But in the ground lies rotting the planted seed, That hoped for harvest never freed, Is there life beyond this realm? , Is God really at the helm? , Will I walk God`s mansions golden halls, Or die with the shadows on these old pine walls. Is this to be my lifes reward, My ship of happiness been shored, To feel I should fall upon my sword? I grasp for something in the air, That my heart knows just isn`t there, The silence rings as my soul stalls, T o commune with the shadows on these old pine walls.