I hear you
tapping gently,
but oh, so persistently.
Your morse code
of desire
moves in waves
from the door
to the inner chambers
of my being.
It seems you are
always there,
vulnerably offering
your self,
your love,
your goodness.
Heaven is standing
at my door,
seeking entrance
and I hesitate.
Love is offering me
everything
and I question
my deserving.
Some ancient fear
has chained
the door again,
allowing me
to crack it open
just enough
to let the light
of your beauty stream in.
What fear bars
my way to you?
What healing
do you bring
to me with this new awakening?
Show me, Lord.
Though I weep
as if I will die,
undo the chain
of this fear.
And come in.
——
Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.
Revelation 3:20
From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan
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