Behind Every Door


Behind every door
Awaits the possibility of light;
Through every doorway
Travels the hope of completeness,
Of calm.
Yet, like a day,
A door has two sides,
A dawn and a dusk,
And in making our approach
We must be one or the other.
There is the choice, stark and bold:
We may choose to be
The sun behind the door
The kind light beyond the chamber
Or the shadow that
Wrestles with the earth.
In strength, bound by pure purpose,
We may remove all other possibility
And simply be the love we seek.