Granddaddy's Roll-Top Desk Poem by Randall Vanlandingham

Granddaddy's Roll-Top Desk



Granddaddy's roll-top desk,
Sitting in the back-room Sun,
Memories flow through time,
Some as though they've just begun.

Tomes of the purest Love,
Lying in the pigeon-holes,
Portraits expressed through him,
From the pulpit, freeing souls.

Flames burning through the night,
Shadows cast by pen and glow,
Oil bringing fuel through wick,
Reminds of Anointing's flow.

Reverent, the Reverend's task,
Bringing Heaven's Word to lives,
Sacred, the call he claimed,
Unction's movement still revives.

Granddaddy's gone ahead,
Gathered in the Throne-room's hall,
Offering crown and voice,
With family, friends and all.

Workbench of stalwart's worth,
Being now, my father's desk,
Offering place, you serve
Furthermore, as God requests.

Now Daddy's roll-top desk,
Sermon in the upstairs room,
Stained by the prints of time,
Shepherd's oils, dispelling gloom.

Saturday, May 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: grandparents,memories,ministry,time,lessons of life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 12 May 2019

Just the title alone sent me tumbling back in time, and in reading that title I became so receptive to your thoughts and emotions. Again a powerful and heart-tugging poem! I shall read another and perhaps another.

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