Re-post: Open Windows July 28, 2008

I think I first posted this poem more than a year ago.  Just felt like I needed to re-post it today.

Open Windows

I can only assume
that This Door closed
for a reason
Not that
that makes it any easier
as I stand with my hand
on the knob
wondering why this season
is over
especially when I’m Far from
over
what’s on the other side
So I slide to the floor
with my hands on the Door
and cry
because
broken hearts
just don’t understand
why their keys don’t
work anymore
and Wisdom
isn’t loud enough yet
to stop me
from trying to
Force it
Open
Again
So I
bang and Bang and BANG
not getting that
a broken open door
is useless
and eventually
I tire
because
my hands ache from trying
and
my eyes are red from crying
and when exhaustion finally forces
my acquiescence
sleep’s presence
brings solace to my spirit
and
breathes patience to my dreams
And
just when it seems
I’ll have to sleep forever
to be restored
I awake on the floor
with the sunlight
shining through more Windows
than I remember ever being there
before
and although
my hands and I are still
a little bit sore
I am soothed by the breeze
blowing through the open
Windows
and Clarity shows me
that the open Door
as wide as it was
Never brought me
a breeze
So
at ease
I stare outside
and finally
Wisdom allows me to get that
my Faith must lie
in He who will provide
the key to the Door
in the event
that it shall swing again
or at such a time
when
another door instead shall be
opened
but
until then
I”ll spend my time
with my face to the Sun
appreciating how One closed door
pales in comparison
to all of these
Open
Windows.