Thoughts from a Young Man: The Doors Stood Wide


A stanza of loss, A stanza of pain. A stanza of mourning &  night.

The doors stood wide inviting, bidding, me come in
These doors exhaled a hymn of life
I entered to find the life of Christ
Sin, this song has silenced
It’s replacement cold lifeless silent
closed, locked, papered over breathless
The doors no longer call passersby “to come see”
Advertisements
  1. No trackbacks yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: