Through the open door of my heart you come
Showering me with gifts like you’ve already won
Never really wondering about what you’ve become
Through the open door of my heart you come
By the stepping stone of my trust you rise
Never thinking of how I might despise
The thing I now finally see with my eyes
By the stepping stone of my trust you rise
On the wind of my faith you move
Speaking platitudes so smooth
But the stain your words cannot remove
On the wind of my faith you move
In the shadow of my peace I mourn
What I’ve lost, your heart’s oath sworn
A promise tattered, left forlorn
In the shadow of my peace I mourn
Through the open door of my heart you come
Rising trust, moving faith – undone
Peace lost…Forever…gone
Through the open door of my heart you come
(c) Shelley Smidt-Booys 2017
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so lovely!(:
Thanks for reading Caroline ?
Wow, nicely done, Shelley! 🙂
Thanks Beatrice ?
What a lovely poem sweetie. Warm hugs ! xo
Thanks Sarah!