Monday, June 23, 2014

Open door

Before us is an open door,
a door we cannot close,
not individually,
not collectively,
an open door that remains
open because it must,
to what it is designed to do.
Through the door comes
the whirlwind,
the gathering storm,
raging as it is meant to do.
The door is open;
the building stands.
It stands.

Photograph by Jana Illnerova via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I always go and read the scripture to read along with your poem.