| The Doorknob Apprehension fills the restless mind, as a pained reflection in polished brass. The dread of another step into life, more fragile than colored art glass. Which direction to turn, inside and out, the turmoil plays cruely as blades cleave conviction. Disquiet rules the spirit Crying out a benediction for help to come from the only source that feeds the soul so full of remorse, with peace that fills the tortured space, when heaven's light shines on the face, that cries... in the night alone, silent... until the groan, from the deepest place creeps up from within, the darkened heart crying out from sin, that binds and tears and blackens the soul until mercy comes with love unending like a knock on the door and the knob is turned the right way......... |
Wow.....
Peaceful
