We live in the in between
Always leaving and arriving
Passing through one room
Into another

And then another
Until the trail obscures the trail
The past forgotten, misremembered
Unappreciated

But those abandoned rooms
Store precious treasures!
Gladness, beauty, anxious fears
Poverty of spirit, desire, hope

From the room of now
We might turn to wonder
How through an open door
An open door reveals an open door, until  

See, far back, where we rested
Where we suffered, there?
Where courage raised our strength
Where our dream first found its friend?

Where the line that is our living
Has its anchor in a shining past?
Where, with a tug, the chain of experience
Shivers again into being?

Darkened rooms come bright.
Neglected history receives its honor.