Walking Up

Walking up the steps an attentiveness comes over me,

the words into them, the stone crucifix on the wall at the stairway’s summit,

and carved doors, replete with symbols and the craftsmanship of a carpenter.

Now aware and present, I draw breadth for a moment.

And a heavy door calls to be opened, to enter His sanctuary.

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