Thoughts on Transition

It took me by surprise This old house and these old feelings Walked round and looked inside Familiar walls and halls and ceilings... Hadn't given it much thought Hadn't been back here in a while Everything looks so small Seen through the memories of a child Who would dream and stare From that second story window That was my whole world It was all I knew Like the hull of a seed This old house cracked wide open And I flew Memories for miles and miles Summers, falls, winters and springs... See, He's withheld no good thing (From This Old House by Sara Groves) It did take me by surprise. I didn't know that merely standing in the sanctuary of my home church, going through the familiar liturgy, would be enough to trigger ocean rushes of memories. My sister and I talked about it some; I didn't realize, when I was a kid (because how I have the perspective to be able to do so?) how much I took for granted. I didn't think about that some day there will be rifts that I