Facing My Front Door From the Inside

My wooden front door holds an empty cross. I use shimmering scraps, and lower cost. Many oval shapes sports colors of Xmas. Simplicity holds beauty, taped for us. I hold to belief, we are all artist. Hands of change showers us on short notice. I ponder ways of the Holy Spirit. Each one of us suited with good habits. Quiet ambience of my foyer rocks. Profound Rock of ages, forget us not. Inside my front door beams an empty cross. One, and only One of might, paid the cost. * 5/1/21 Entry for: Janice Canerdy's 'Rhyming Couplet' contest