Of Locks and Hinges

The barn is old,
Strap hinges hug the doors,
rusted and pitted, yet
still strong, still able
to hold the weight of the door,
and let it swing open and closed,
whichever you choose.

About this poem

Yesterday, I spent much of the day with a group of writers, artists, and photographers that I have come to know on line for the past year. we are all part of a group called “The Open Group for Bedlam Farm” started by Jon Katz.

It was a heartwarming day, one that left my own heart full as many of us met, in person, people we have come to know through their writing and through on line conversations over the past year.. Often creative types are pictured as loners, but this group has become something else, a true community, a ministry of encouragement, and the results, the flowering of talent and friendships that have grown from this small group has been a delight for all of us.

And it all began because Jon chose to open his doors. Hinges are more powerful than locks, I think. And certainly more joyful.

The picture was taken yesterday at Jon’s Bedlam Farm.

Tom