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POETRY
Standing at the Door
All kinds of good things are at the door
knocking
insistent as acorns plonking down
onto sidewalks and parked cars
These visitors have been shuffling through
dry leaves and arrive with a fresh air
of pleasantness to grace the yellow
lamplight of a house wrapped and ready to receive
All kinds of promising things
with names like Love, Goodness, and Mercy
are waiting on the doorstep
with a full moon rising
they have already made the long trek
through darkness in the valley of shadows.
They were there in your place,
so you can rest here instead,
in the warm light of promises made good
once and for all.
They scrape their boots
ready to leave all the trepidation of past paths behind
going up fragrant as a woodsmoke offering
into the remains of former days
