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Topic: Think (09/02/10)
TITLE: This Old House
By Margaret Kearley
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In rambling length and reaching height
The complicated house, from sight
Is hidden, and most seeing eyes
Cannot conceive what therein lies.
For here within these walls confined
Lays every thought of heart and mind.
The well-worn pathways on the way
Become more trampled day by day.
And stairways rise to numerous floors
Of endless winding corridors.
Rooms large and small, doorways immense
Open to thought’s experience.
There’s Aural Arch behind which lay
The sounds of every passing day:
Whispers of sweetness, joy’s glad tones,
Puzzling and baffling undertones.
A jumbled mixed cacophony
Of audit’ry disharmony.
This spacious room reaches out far,
Sign on the door reads ‘Ocular’.
Extensive, widespread, broad estate
With access from the old eye gate.
Reflections, glimpses, day and night
Pour in and flood, sight after sight.
The ‘Reminiscence’ balcony
Leads to a long art gallery
Of pictures framed, scenes long since passed,
Remembrance that will always last.
Sadness and joy accompany me
Along the hall of memory.
Laughter and tears, brightness and gloom
Flow in excess from one great room,
O’erflowing like a seething ocean
A room that’s simply called ‘Emotion.’
It reaches to the high towered store
And plunges to the lowest floor.
The shafts of sunlight, piercing rays
Illuminate many a place.
But shady corridors of murk
Where fear and darkness skulk and lurk
Are signs of the old nature - sin
That wars against this new home’s King.
The King, He reigns, my Saviour God,
This house – He’s purchased by His Blood.
He is my Lord, loving and kind
In Grace, He renews heart and mind.
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