A Door Closed This Day…And
A Door Closed This Day…And
A door closed this day and
he could barely look me in the face
his eyes could not meet my gaze
The women, they were the first
to open the door
Birth~bearers, streaks of silver lining
in their hair…
They listened…their tears
taught me~~~the spirit flowing
I shared the story
the one from ages past
The book was meant to be in every home
yet never to be opened or read
…because only certain persons
could teach it and share its message
The voices within the book called to
me…create us, so that
others might ‘see‘
‘we are all ONE and the same’…
Don’t be afraid of the stories
I was called to the young people
preparing to receive the ‘spirit’
Their eyes…PAIN~~~
they knew so little of the story
and understood the message
but were frightened to look at
themselves…
their story
The man came to me
only after I approached him
offering to share the message
He said…
‘You need a THEME
perhaps change your topic
because the Bible is large’
I looked at his lost expression
change…the story~~~
I can only trust the “spirit’s” yearning
“Perhaps another time”—he said
I told him I understood
I could not change THE WORD
to fit into ‘a box’ of his making
and he turned, closing the door
I stepped outside…
the soft wind kissed my cheeks
the sun blinded my eyes
but there was a shadow
“picking” flowers
The spirit ‘lifted’ my saddened soul
saying,
‘Take the petals to those’ who will receive’
Doors close only to open
your being to a deeper fullness and joy