This is a poem about God, so if such things offend you, PLEASE don't comment.
The House of Light
The small hands of grace lead me to your feet,
To the place where I can see peace.
I can see the cracked door,
light shinning onto the woods of darkness,
where my feet once trod.
The windows glow with the jeweled lights,
bathing my face with the knowledge of the ages.
I want to catch the love that dances right under your roof,
welcoming me in.
I can smell the wine,
flowing into cups of gold.
I wish to enter, too bow at your knees.
To live in this house.
And never worry about whom I love.
Because, now I know,
and I'm walking into his house,
my hands still, without fight.
And never again will they stir,
from this position of reverence,
Showing you how I truly wish to be here,
Forever and always.
In the house of light.
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