Sometimes a door is opened
The lock is broken, it waits for you
But you’re just not sure if you
Want to go through it. So you
Stay still. Hoping that an answer
Will fall to you the way snow falls
From the sky. Blessing you with a
Blanket of confidence. But that
Doesn’t happen. Instead, you breathe
You look at the door and wonder, what
Will happen if I go through? What will
Happen if I don’t? Where else would I go?
You make your choice and explore what
Is beyond the door, the way Lucy goes
Through the wardrobe to Narnia. Perhaps
Finding something great, or terrible, or both.