The Vestibule

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.”

Psalm 100