I knock
There is now answer.
No sound.
I knock once more.
This time I hear footsteps
and the creaking of wood floor.
An old man appears at the door.
He is in tattered and worn clothes
and he looks like he has not slept in days-
maybe months.
We stare for but a moment.
But before I can speak, he says,
"There is nothing here for you."
I have a lost look on my face
yet I know he is right.
I begin to mouth a rebuttal
but he calmly and re-assuredly says to me,
"There is nothing here for you."
He then shuts the door.
This is all I have known.
Discouraged, yet with a glimmer of hope,
I turn away to face the busy street.
Just then the bright sun hits my face.
It has always been bright, warm, and radiant
but I have not always seen.
In that moment -
facing the rising sun -
I am filled with expectation, excitement
and thrill
and I am ready with love
for what adventure this way comes.
MR, 6/19/18
There is now answer.
No sound.
I knock once more.
This time I hear footsteps
and the creaking of wood floor.
An old man appears at the door.
He is in tattered and worn clothes
and he looks like he has not slept in days-
maybe months.
We stare for but a moment.
But before I can speak, he says,
"There is nothing here for you."
I have a lost look on my face
yet I know he is right.
I begin to mouth a rebuttal
but he calmly and re-assuredly says to me,
"There is nothing here for you."
He then shuts the door.
This is all I have known.
Discouraged, yet with a glimmer of hope,
I turn away to face the busy street.
Just then the bright sun hits my face.
It has always been bright, warm, and radiant
but I have not always seen.
In that moment -
facing the rising sun -
I am filled with expectation, excitement
and thrill
and I am ready with love
for what adventure this way comes.
MR, 6/19/18
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