Friday, October 5, 2012


There is something about doorways that inspires hope,
like the gentle sway of a friend's hand 
inviting us toward a new future,

Never mind the lintel that forces us to stoop,
don't complain that the passage is narrow, rocky,
awkward, for we see the space beyond, open

on a broad expanse, there where sunlight 
streams down upon a stone bench,
patiently waiting to hold us in its warmth

we are not too proud to stoop or to stagger 
for a moment because a promise waits there, 
where sunlight and stone beckon flesh and blood

to join them in peace, at rest, to praise.

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