open door to Oz
the wizard shuts door in face
left holding broomstick
unfinished sunlight
lingers on the open door~
a thought almost whole
There is a ocean of love inside of me
that longs to be poured out like the waves on the sea,
I want to hover over the water
fall into a Piscean dream, flanked by Lemurian light
I want to be lured inside a vat of minerals and sea salt,
perhaps I'm a daughter
to the water, water, water,
My arms are elbows curved and my face bobs atop blue
oh how I wish you could come and swim with me today
We would float on our backs and look up at the sky with glee
pinning those birds as if they were pigeons made of clay
fly away, fly away, fly away
with me...
Our bodies would be firmly absorbed like living sand dollars
leaving land behind we'd embrace the ocean as if we were
dolphins, leaping and riding the waves like ocean scholars
come with me to the sea, we will swim without deter
swimming, swimming, swimming,
across the ocean floor,
we'll go right through that invisible open door
and be no more....
Hi sweet lady, do you know?
If you do please tell me so
Once a year, is that too much?
Those words from you are like a touch
Of velvet fingers, soft on skin
My door is open do come in
Take my heart, I want you to
Uno, you know, ILU
I don't wanna be
a wannabe no more
waiting for opportunity
to come a'knocking
on my open door
and the day she does
tho' the lights are on
there's no one home
as I'll probably be
out to lunch
knowing me
so I wanna see
'Been there, done that!'
on my resumé because
I'm oh-so tired
of being a never-was
A nice open door waits ahead
To a place in which I was led
I'm ready for freedom and peace
A settled place, stress can release
I'm ready for the views and space
to bring a smile back to my face
Quiet relief and inspired
to rest, from being so tired
Chaotic days are left behind
The open door, new things to find
When I'm there, I will celebrate
My gifts, my life and destined fate
Heidi Sands
3/13/25
*8 Syllables
(C)opyright
In a moment, in a twinkling of an eye at the last trumpet:
for the trumpet shall blow, and the dead shall be raised up
incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
—1 Cor 15:52
To Friendly Face and Open Door
Spring of daffodils and time change,
of snowy Bradford pears and I,
to friendly face and open door;
ecstatic at the doctored lift.*
Of snowy Bradford pears and I,
an hour that cannot be reclaimed.
Ecstatic at the doctored lift.
Latter smile on church-countenance.
An hour that cannot be reclaimed,
and thus the gimp has no inkling.
Latter smile on church-countenance.
Pain perished in twinkling moment.
And thus the gimp has no inkling,
saved from the click clack of a clock.
Pain perished in twinkling moment,
in glory of Great Physician.**
Saved, from the click clack of a clock,
to friendly face and open door.
in glory of Great Physician,
Spring of daffodils and time change.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
*lift - elevator and metaphor
**Great Physician - Jesus Christ
***non-rhyming pantoum
sucks in air, gasps - truth falls like a pail of water over door
Hatred in a marriage is the Devil's work.
Set her free, cast your marriage vows apart.
Vengeance in a marriage is the Devil's quirk.
Let her go to heal someone else's heart.
I still havnt found that door I should open,
The door to a future and mends what is broken,
A gateway to happiness,
A land full of dreams,
To walk through this door is everything it seems,
A passage to remember,
And not to forget,
Scarred by the trauma,
Good memories I protect,
Life is not easy,
I've seen it's cruel side,
I need to step up,
And have a bit pride,
Stand up like I mean it,
And walk through this door,
Late partner in hand,
My confidence will grow.
feet are chill
cold’s invited in
for a spell
"Sometimes kids run away to
see who will look for them."
Quote by _Constance
Teen girl
begging for food,
because I ran away.
The police took me home- I was
sixteen !
Life is like a door without a key
It’s the truth starring you right
In the eyes that you’ve refused to see
Simply open the door and walk boldly
Into the unknown where you’ll go from
There who knows take a leap of faith
Beat the odds and win the race this
Life is truly great and it may sound
cliched but don’t hesitate because
You are the master of your own fate !
Each day is like a door opening
Into a world vast and unending,
Where things are staying, moving
changing, growing, dying,
building, breaking, fixing, tearing,
mending, wounding, healing.
Like them, we too are ever-changing,
the same never staying.
But what on earth are we becoming?
The choice is ours; we are deciding.
If this constant change seems confusing
then you need a compass guiding
to a destination leading
if your life is to have meaning.
God your Maker is extending
Hands to hold as you are walking
and to keep your feet from straying.
He offers help when strength is failing
comfort when your heart is breaking
calm when your head is spinning
soothing when your body’s aching
peace when your world is caving
teaching so you’re always learning.
On the cross, a savior dying
for man engrossed in sinning
“I love you,” our God was saying.
“Come to me,” His voice is pleading
What your soul needs is saving.
Take the hands I am extending
Soon my son will be returning
Let me prepare you for landing
In a place of peace abiding
and where life is never-ending.
Glow from slight open door shining my way
casting a long shadow of me behind.
I stand alone and think awhile, midway;
glow from slight open door shining my way.
Portal crossed, shadows fall the other way,
as does the light. The choice is ill-defined.
Glow from slight open door shining my way,
casting a long shadow of me behind.
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