The Vip Room

I walked around the grounds And saw crutch after crutch Piled together making one Huge collage of life-like New beginnings. On the inside, colored glass Beamed in the sunshine. You didn't need The ugliness of incandescent. Everything about the place Shined and gleamed Like a car freshly washed And waxed. I stood there, In awe of its beauty But I began to wonder, Am I good enough To set foot in here? I am just an imperfect woman. I am nothing like The perfect beauty Surrounding me now. Does He know I'm here? Should I have knocked first? Would He want me here, Basking in all of this beauty? I hope He shows up. Does He come here on Days that don't start with S? The chatter filled my head, I left confused, ashamed, Imperfect, and unworthy. I finally found the ugly concrete Of the outside. I started to walk in a daze Of thought and simplicity. Left foot, right foot, Left foot, right foot. I looked up and there it was! Big, sturdy, and quite old. The leaves as bright As they could be. I ran to it like a school girl. I stood underneath its bigness And I looked up. He's here. I know He is, I can feel Him. I think I can hear Him too! He's saying that I don't need An invitation.