I place my hand upon the doorknob,
But it does not twist.
Disheartened,
I peer through the peep-hole in the door.
I cannot discern whether the darkness clouding my sight is from the abyss
Or from the shadow cast by God standing just on the other side of the door.
Regardless,
I once again turn my back to the door
And rejoin the conversation of what awaits us in the Hereafter.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
I place my hand upon the doorknob,
But it does not twist.
Disheartened,
I peer through the peep-hole in the door.
I cannot discern whether the darkness clouding my sight is from the abyss
Or from the shadow cast by God standing just on the other side of the door.
Regardless,
I once again turn my back to the door
And rejoin the conversation of what awaits us in the Hereafter.
