Doorway of Grace

Broken pillars and empty space.
What was, is not
and I’ve lost sight of his face.
There is nothing here for me,
in this empty place.

There is a call
I’ve ignored for years.
An open window
that begs I hear.

A solace,
a waking
when I see love’s face.
And stand in the doorway
of his grace.

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