Arches

In the hollows of that ancestral corridor there is a nostalgic glow,

natural flares in that forebear's bond seal the heart unto their soul,

life of the innocent feel that connection to the past slowly grow,

ever ascending in appreciation for the inheritance it does extol,

reaching inward to hold the timeless tradition pearls that it shall bestow,

giving the spirit over to the sway from the winds of past as control.

 

Flames of lore give their light as legacy that shines with the mind,

slowly burning as illumination’s torch revealing the identity candle inside,

yielding to the spell of family ghosts whose so can make values quickly realigned,

gladly listening to those legends they summon from where they use to hide,

yearning evermore for the recreation of the purpose cherished and now redesigned,

grateful at last for how amid the arched stones life’s meaning is filled with pride.

 

It is the stroll through the antechambers of those blood forged foundations,

that summons such zeal and fervor from the communion with heritage’s affirmations.