Through the Veiled Glass Door

The Veiled Door

I see her…

As a painting of the Divine

She speaks to me through time and space

Issuing a prayer to some part of me

That part of me

That can never blink…

…or doubt

…or fear.

Through the Veiled Glass Door

I see her…

Like a running stream to a thirsty man

I am nourished instantly

While wanting something more

Much more

From the journey that created this thirst to begin with

Each step…

…to her.

My hand reaches out to the Veiled Glass Door

I want her…

Like a happy child chasing a butterfly

Just to marvel at its beauty

The door slowly opens as she stirs

I am close…

So close…

My eyes fixed on the angel in front of me

I bend my lips to her cup to drink.

On the other side of the Veiled Glass Door

I have her…

Heaven sets upon us like a clear blue sky

The sunlight announces itself through the breaks in her hair

Sets her face aglow

The beauty that steals my breath from my lungs

Now shares the heart beating within my body

And the tears from my soul

And is all I could ever ask for.

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