The house in Lynn
Was filled with healing peace,
That summer morning, as we slowly climbed
The narrow flight of stairs
And reached the room
Beneath the skylight where the rocker stood.
Never was a room, so humbly furnished, Filled
With quieter holiness. A table held
A leather–covered Bible tooled by hand.
One almost heard the Apocalypse angel ask,
"Who is worthy to open the book,
And to loose the seals thereof?"
