We live in the in between
Always leaving and arriving
Passing through one room
Into another <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And then another
Until the trail obscures the trail
The past forgotten, misremembered
Unappreciated <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But those abandoned rooms
Store precious treasures!
Gladness, beauty, anxious fears
Poverty of spirit, desire, hope <\/p>\n\n\n\n
From the room of now
We might turn to wonder
How through an open door
An open door reveals an open door, until \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
See, far back, where we rested
Where we suffered, there?
Where courage raised our strength
Where our dream first found its friend? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Darkened rooms come bright.
Neglected history receives its honor. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"