The Opened Door
The open door stands quiet and stilloffering entry to those who will
step through its portal on past the light
into the darkness of eternal night.
Step gently my friend for dangers are near.
Monsters of dreams that cast shadows of fear
hide stealthily behind the choices we make
eager to dine on all our mistakes.
Their hunger grows stronger the longer we stay.
Growling ogres and demons devour and play
with our yielding souls no longer atoned
while Satan claims us as one of his own.
Gluttonous, gnawing, gnashing of teeth,
a frenzy of feeding, there is no relief.
We cry out to our Savior, "Help us, oh Lord."
He hears our pleas and draws salvation's sword.
With a mighty swing that cuts through the night,
the darkness is slain, we are bathed in the light.
Our sins are forgiven. Our debt is redeemed.
We are lifted up in Christ's Holy beam.
We bow at his feet in shame and sorrow.
He says to us, "Child, you have all my tomorrows
for your slate is clean, washed by the blood
that flowed from my side in a cleansing flood."
"Keep your eyes on me. I am the Way.
I will comfort and guide you along life's way
until your name is called and you come home at last
to live in Heaven, in my house you will rest."
Now listen, dear ones, to the story told
of sowing and reaping and the selling of souls.
Be mindful of doors that stand open and still
beaconing all to those that will...
take the slippery slope to death, unaware,
of the dangers of choices we make without care.
Remember the price that was paid for your debt.
His life for yours; there is no regret.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-04-22 at 05:22
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