At the end of the hall
A rectangle of light shone through the darkness
What could be contained on the other side
What could be so great
That it could shine on this side
Doors block the opening
Keeping light from dark and dark from light
It is so comfortable
On this darkened side
My home is here
But yet
The light calls out
Wanting me to join
All that is good and wholesome
I can’t go through
The door in the opening
Is my wall
Monday, March 12, 2007
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007 this is one of fav's that you've written of late. I really like the last line, classic. I also like the dichotomy and reversal of light/dark and wall/door. Great.
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