is a quiet old house,
with a dark stairwell and hidden basement steps.
ceilings are high and the lighting is dim.
generations of voices still echo their laughter,
crying, their lives.
floors speak as steps play a daily game,
hold a breath of silence as walls sing with the wind.
secrets kept from room to room,
shadows rush each sound like messages urgent to be heard.
doorframe, bold and distinct, entices with its dance,
speech scripted from across the ages.
to the windows like growth feeding from the sun,
house points, then captures, as if to hold forever, a wisdom
to a gloried day.
we speak what our senses rush to our hearts?
we express the abundance we gather
held so dearly by this place?
warmth is greater.
comfort so supreme.
itís not from the lives that have lived here,
rather, it is from Whom All Is Given.
closely what is here, do not be deceived.
is a dwelling place where God
been invited in to live.
His Son Jesus Christ came to stay.
is where the Holy Spirit resides.
can feel their presence.
know He is here.
is this house.
here you found the Lord.
is this house of the Lord.
Old House by Ronhales Psalm 27:4