I was looking...

for the door

that was unlocked

...with knocking

heart I sought...

was there just

no opening here

for God?

With thought

choked ’n blocked,

receiving all

the world...

through every pore

and speaking not

...a dozen

images form...

On the screen

inbetween 

right ’n wrong

and this turning

of the knob...

would I be found 

out in the blessed dark?

...another criminal

creeping thru

the House 

of God...

The stains

on the glass

are with us

...even now.

Sinking into frame

where the sun 

beams are allowed

to pass and thus 

sustain our souls...

...God knows 

I’ll bleed

the light that feeds.

And here we stand

with key in hand!...

The door that seemed

to forbid entry

has fallen wide at least

for those who seek 

the answers that still

rise and fall.

O, how the hallways

glisten when

we trip the wires,

to pass beneath

the lengthy spires that 

dot bleak skies while 

we safely resonate

inside this holy womb. 

© 01.03.2020

Bunny & Mavia Villaire