In My Father's House

I stand at the doorway, hestitaing and yet being drawn to this magic portal. As I enter through the old door way where so many feet have trod, I can see the years peeling away like autum leaves falling from a oak tree.

Here time backs up and each scene unfolds to display a long lost forgotten time. I pass through the kitchen and I yearn for the home cooked meals as memories brings a hunger from deep within my soul.

I see my mother's rocker, where each child was nourished and rocked to sleep in those protecting arms. I can hear my Fathers voice lifted up in song, the deep bass sounding so young and full of life.

I turn down the hallway and enter my old bedroom, more memories flood my heart. I reach and touch my bed, how many dreams of what I wanted my life to be. I can feel the worry's being washed away, peace decends on my weary shoulders, my spirit is lifted.

To other's who might pass this way, this may be a old empty house, for me it is a place where memories are stored.

In my Father's House.