Seated cuddled between cushions,
your eyes peeled at the door.
You’re hoping for a visitor, or resident even,
but you’re sorely, uncertain.
The air around feels cool but cozy,
and you’ve got your toes wrapped up beneath.
You hold your breath as you hear its steps,
will it be good, or bad, or ugly.
If fear comes knocking and ringing,
may you find the courage to look through the peep hole.
If disappointment slowly enters in,
may your doormat welcome it with grace to grow.
If anger storms and shakes your rattling gate,
may your frame hold firm with truth.
And if loneliness comes to keep you company,
may you know you’re still safely held, well under your roof.
But when love finally comes to stay and bloom,
may your worthy doors be flung wide open.
When hope appears at your windowsills,
may your curtains be drawn wide as bright light spills.
When hearty laughter vibrates through the corridor,
may you chuckle and give from your very core.
And when you find faith standing boldly on your living room floor,
may you welcome it with a sweet warm drink, and quickly shut the door.
byamandagrace 