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