As The Door Opens
Unscheduled sunset blends its hues
across the contour of your years.
I glimpse the surge of pending shadows,
filtered through my silent tears.
At times I cling to wistful hopes,
while begging God to let you stay.
A fringe of comfort soothes my grief --
I know He'll take your pain away.
Celestial rays are beaming earthward,
heaven's door is now ajar;
soon you'll tend a finer garden,
learn the truth of who you are.
But I must wait, with quiet patience,
trudging down each lonely mile;
until for me, that door will open --
I will see your welcome smile!
© 2000 Laryalee Fraser
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