There is a door – cracked open a bit
It seems Heaven is peeking through
A Silence beckons to enter it
Behind, Heaven’s Hope rings true.
The door asks for all to make a choice
To walk through or not enter in
Draws the heart of man with an unheard voice
To cross over – leave a life of sin.
But beware as you walk through this unseen door
You must pay with your life for a pass
It will cost everything and requires yet more
When you follow this Hope at last.
For when you enter, you’ll leave this earth
Forsake what you once through right
Find that over the threshold lays all of your worth
There, see Heaven holding your might.
If you like to enter the Hope above
You can never pass others ways
For the door is the Man of Sorrow and Love
For your choice with His life He’s paid.
“I am the door. If anyone enters by me,
he will be saved and will go in and out and find pasture.”
Jesus, John 10:9
And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year,
“Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown!”
And he replied:
“Go out into the darkness
and put your hand into the Hand of God.
That shall be to you better than light
and safer than a known way.”
So I went forth, and finding the Hand of God,
trod gladly into the night.
And He led me toward the hills
and the breaking of day in the lone East.
– M. Louise Haskins
(Poem (above) and pictures, Heidi Viars, 2020)