to decline from a sound or prosperous condition,
to decrease usually gradually in size, quantity, activity, or force,
to fall into ruin,
to decline in health, strength, or vigor,
to undergo decomposition
Middle English, from Anglo-French decaïr,
from Late Latin decadere to fall, sink,
from Latin de- + cadere to fall (from Merriam-Webster.com)
I’ve always been intrigued by old vacant buildings.
I wonder about their history; about what they were like in their “hay-day” and about the folks who once lived or worked there? I wonder about the first day; the joy and pride they felt walking in the door of their new place.
I wonder about the sad day that was the last for the old place.
I wonder what went wrong?
This place of decay was once a man’s dream; it was his lively hood, undoubtedly part of his identity. It now sits alone and silent where the elements destroy, wakened only by the sound of rusted hinges blowing in the wind.
A wise Man once said, “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys, and where thieves do not break in or steal ; for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Matthew 6: 19 – 21 NASB
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