Door Ajar


Never closing, but seems so from afar,

Like a mind, almost receptive, but tuned out.

As night swallows a descending sun,

candles, burning all day,

light up a soul.

Now it is clear, the door is open, awaiting, welcoming.

So why wait outside.

Come walk the garden path to a house named Forgiveness.  


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