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Through Doors
Dark nights
Dark deeds in her hands
Dark rooms
Dark souls fall where they stand
As she tries to see the light
She once again picks herself up
Off the floor
A vision briefly seen
Through doors
Grey dawn
Grey clouds whip her face
Grey rain
Grey shadows call her to grace
As she strains to see your light
While I strain to see
Just a little bit more
A truth sometimes heard
Through doors
It’s some early weekend questions
To a late night Sunday crowd
And she lined her pockets with telephones
For when the answer got too loud
When she saw it finally whispered
My God
So she professes her faith in a chat room
Where nothing thunders back
And nowhere’s where the telephone rings
And the door reflected back
When cracked her open holy
Dear Lord
Cold light
In the cold glare of day
Cold sight
Cold words fall where they may
And she can’t deny the light
And I can’t deny it picked me up
Off the floor
Redemption lost and gained
Through doors
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