Open Door
You left an open door,
And a stranger wandered in;
She straightened out
The cluttered rooms
And mended broken things.
She wiped away the dust
And stains from many tears;
She brought flowers, soft music
And candles for light.
. . . And . . .
I closed the door.
Copyright © William Crocker | Year Posted 2012
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