The Door That Oprned

It is your lie. It is your life. It is mine. We are all one, but a book hardly read, in the dark and clandestine of time.

For, we have borrowed from the keeper of such things...on slipper'd feet we stole into his place.

Each dark and unfamiliar page, we turned...until we saw the light! Then, fell upon our face!

"My God! What hath thou writ? What hath thou wrought in us?" "You are welcome, son", The Father said. "Come."


Written by, Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: opening door, google pic