My Soul was shut tight;
No light could ever enter such a place.

and here You are,
gingerly coaxing open the doors,
slowly pulling up the shades,
gently brushing the dust from the worn glass panes.

There are dishes stacked in the kitchen sink.
There is a skeleton in the closet.
The air is still musty and stagnant.

But:
The light is streaming in,
the sun's rays warming every surface, brightening the corners.

Progress.

And:
soon, this place will be clean,
bright,
new,
beautiful,
Yours.

Don't You know that I'm all full of love for *You?