Day 2: The Window and the Door

And the Veil Was Torn from Top to Bottom

Crossing the threshold of a new life,

Stepping into the new home you’ve given me,

I find you there at every turn,

Often in places I least expect.

 

A concrete floor becomes a picture window,

Mauve-colored cement bearing Your Love-likeness

As light streams through teal-tinted windows,

The panes’ shadowed cross-beams

Laying flat for Your frame as at Calvary.

 

I gaze in wonder as Your Cross is painted on my mind;

Breeze-blown curtains, viewed upside-down from my perch,

Split like a bolt of lightning from floor to ceiling

(So fast I see the reverse),

And I remember the veil You tore when it was finished

From top to bottom so as not by human hands.

 

God's Truth has come knocking, you see,

Calling at the threshold of my heart, "Come, come," and again, "keep on coming,"

For He opened the Door over 2,000 years ago,

Making a Way for you and me no matter how we may feel,
Afraid, hurting, unchanged, old, we are new:

Because what once was torn from top to bottom
Can never be sealed shut from bottom to top.

 

 

 

~ Sharing over at Tuesday Muse