There is a Door

There is a road
that goes out
at night
into the dark
inside us all.

I have walked that road,
alone and broken,
in midnight hours,
in early morning hours
before the sun’s come up,
before the world hums with life,
looking for a light,
spilling across the lawn
onto my path
from a cracked door,
unlocked and waiting
for me to follow
up over the sidewalk
onto the grassy knoll,
and into the entryway—
to knock,
to push through,
to see
that Love,
who is waiting
in the quiet,
whispering,
“My child, My child.”

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