Brighter than bright, the light of creation, streams from the doorway,
Beckoning union, feet bare and unworthy draw me,
a stranger guides me on the now darkened path.
Without choice, I emerge from the darkness, all behind me,
Like it never happened, but it did, beautifully and perfectly.
The Ending, this time not a glimpse of the house, but an invitation,
His hand reaches out from the vestibule, robes and sandal visible,
takes me inside and I leave my companion behind.
I enter His presence.
Finality. All vocabulary worthless now.
As the man turns back into the darkness searching for souls.
“Come with joy into the presence of the Lord.”