Antiques
– Collectibles
Henry
Wiebe
Merchandise
from out of the past
Created
by man in excellent task
The
things that be ever so old
Memories
from by gone days they hold
In
their hearts many hold dear
These
ancient collectibles year by year
They
frequent the shops where these are sold
The
sign “ANTIQUE” intrigue it holds
Memories
dear to both young and old
The
things made once but never again
Like
mysterious lines with the stroke of a pen
Bring
back worlds of imagination
And
tug at the heart with invitation.
Thousands
of books line the shelves
Autobiographies
of people themselves
Truth
and fiction, year books as well
Digests
and Geographics and love stories they
tell
They
break through the silence
With
sort of a mystic spell
These
are worth millions of earth’s revenue
But
of all collectors there’s only a few
Who
have found the true treasure the eye can’t
see
The
inheritance that lasts eternally
The
first of the first, far beyond time
Before
the beginning and preceding mankind
From
where did he spring forth
This
son of mine?
I
gave him birth from my heart and soul
A
treasure of light most ancient and old
Brighter
than diamonds
Stronger
than iron
Wiser
than wisdom that man can learn
Let
me now ask
For
what do you yearn?
The
longing soul can reach far back
To
any antique but there’s something they lack
The
empty void they never fill
And
nothing of earth ever will.
One
only antique makes life complete
The
life of those who sit at his feet.
To
kiss the son with words of thanks
Is
a treasure earth can’t give
To
greet the son with praise each day
Is
really the only way to live.
I
invite you to brows through my antique shop
Collect
a memory that never will stop
A
chest of hope
A
broach of pearl
A
ring to wear
For
a boy and a girl
The
treasures in here I long to bestow
In
hungry hearts who yearn to know
Who
study the map and long to go
Whose
treasures are buried ‘neath sand and snow
The
road that leads to these treasures so free
Are
never smooth, they’re rough and rocky
You
can’t buy tickets for bus or plane
Often
the way is paved with pain
To
buy this treasure you must press in
I’ll
give you grace to overcome sin
So
why not forget the old manmade
I’ve
planned a bright future
So
let’s make a trade
Just
give me the old you’ve collected thus far
And
stick your little hand
In
my big cookie jar
And
some glad day
When
you pull it back out
You’ll
laugh, you’ll shout
For
you’ll see what collecting
Is
really all about.
End.