The Doorkeeper
Out of opening doors
pours the past into a hallway
and You come to sweep away
times' trial. You who gave me
another life to love before you took your own.
Now here You stand, a Being
in the hallway of my mind,
the ether of My Man.
Do you see us too?
Can you see how old I have become
and the fine man that is our son?
Out of other doors flung open
step those I used to try and forget.
They're best left in their closets, forgotten.
But You, oh You are springtimes' salty tears.
If I could bring the Light of Life back into you,
the door of my heart would open again.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2009
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