from The Chambers of a Heart
By Chris Eaves


... We went to dinner as a group
Spent the time together
We stayed up late, that first brave night,
Watching a feature film.
The family heirloom, called a couch,
Was where we chose to sit...
...But soon enough I fell asleep
And found myself a'dreaming

Dim was the lantern on the wall,
So very dim indeed.
The light that cast into the hall
Could never reach the end.
For if I took the lantern down
And walked toward either path
(Reverse would lead me back again,
Forward into what?)
The feeble light would bleed away
And seep into the cracks
Of every door that lay in sight
Decisions,...Decisions...
Retrace my steps or venture on
I chose to travel down
The pathway which my toes did point
Instead of whence I came
Before me lay a sacred place
That only God should pass
It showed the passageway of life,
For everyday I lived
This unique vision showed to me,
A passageway of rooms.
Some rooms ahead intrigued my heart
While others stilled its pulse
Each door was different from the rest
Intricate, plain, ornate,
Some rooms were over at my left
Open, ajar, and shut
But one small room appeared a fog
Obscuring all senses
From that one room I learned a tale
To help me on through life:
Rooms that offered only a glimpse
Exposed a cluttered mess
Only because I knew too much
Of things I knew too less...

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