Today the new roof
Juts its serrated jaw
At the elements,
Which are not impressed.
A new roof revives the self-esteem
Of brick and mortar, rather like
A new hat bestows new grace
To an old gentleman.
Some day, the elements will have won,
But today, the roof seems to lean
Into the wind and welcome its worst.
From behind the frosted windows,
i thank the Maker of all Shelters,
Even as i bow
To that same Force,
Which bends Its might
To taking back,
In tiny increments
And fierce blows,
The very shelter It provided.
--Mr. Gobley
