DOORWAYS
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
