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03/17/2008
Familiar Home
Familiar is the path I walk
Along the one way street
I know the houses and the trees
The people that I meet
I recogise the worn grey stone
So weathered by the rain,
And push aside the great oak door
- So much is still the same
And still they celebrate the feast
In ways I know so well
The words imptinted on my lips,
The silence for the bell
Still all are welcomed, open smiles
Still song, prayer; still laughter,
Little patter of little feet,
Guardians follow after
And still this church in faith unites
To push old trials aside
To strengthen old community
- To make a fitting bride
It is always strange going back somewhere are a few months absense - gives you a new insight/perspective. I suppose this mostly stemmed from that. The rhythm is a little clumsy maybe, and forced in places... but it is sometimes simpler and clearer to write in verse.
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