As the Door Swings

As The Door Swings

As the doors wings I stand aside-

How hard to tell whether it goes-

Open ?

Close?

I try to reposition-to see around the corner.

This of course is not the design.

All I see is curiosity’s face peering back.

My face.

Should I walk forward or just let it go?

Should I walk away-

No, that’s not in store for me today.

The hinges creak with unanswered questions.

Questions.

The road map for faith-one stop slowly taken.

A sort of escape.

As the door swings I sit and ponder,

All this second guessing could be waiting time—

Or all this thoughtfulness could be defining the line.

Lines—boundaries—timing—sighing.

He sees it all.

I do not stand alone at this door, as it swings.

My hand tightly grips His-He is walking along with me.

But we’re not walking—just waiting.

He’s been here before—he’s gone ahead.

He planned it all out—I believe what he’s said.

So I watch the door swinging—allowing him to lead.

The rhythmic sound of doors sway, draws me into thought.

For now here I will stay.

Open?

Close?

I don’t know—but what I do is that I don’t have to.

I close my eyes to slow the time.

The hand I hold- I feel a tug.

I take a step forward.

Open or close?

He knows.