IT’S NEW HERE

It’s New Here

It’s new here
A place never visited or
Imagined in the limitations of
My dreams
It’s strange to open a door and
Welcome the Master to dine with me
Sup with me
Be with me
And yet I hear him knocking

Deception seals the door
slams it shut and
Tells me not to enter
Who would beckon and stay when I so
Urgently need someone to stay
But I’ve grown used to hiding
And still– I hear him knocking

It’s new here where blemishes clear
And blood illuminates; tears down
walls that kept me in strong cold isolation so cruel yet so familiar I thought I belonged there

But no it’s here
In the face of persistent knocking
Where love greets and declares me
Not guilty
where compassion knows
Where I’ve been but wants me anyway
Where grace cools the embers of shame
And mercy startles with kindness

It’s new here
And yet he stands at the door
Knocking to come in
Be with me
Sup with me
Love on me
Never knew I could without
hinges laying broken

It’s new so new
but the knocking is not brutal
I blindly take determined steps
And trust the door to open

Copyright 2015 Debra Garner