On the Horizon

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There is a ball of fire on the horizon,

Hopefully not just a flash in the pan,

Or a firework, bright for just a moment,

But rather something more.

 

An indicator of where I am being called,

In readiness to dust off my sandals,

And enter where I am welcome.

Where All Are Welcome.

 

And I can be at the door.