Portal To Glory_The Open Door

. The door was open Inviting to come Fear, anxiety For unknown beyond Then Jesus grasped hand Gentle was the touch His power flowing Began to change me Speedily forward Floating, I am free (From WritersCafe.Org..where I was challenged to write a poem in response to a picture..The picture looked like maybe a ruin or a street in old Italy or Greece..With an arched opening that had a beautiful blue sky the only visible thing ahead.)