This is the door
I stand before:
The entry, ivy and rust,
Hinge that groans,
Wood that moans,
Step that is covered in dust.
This is the door
I stand before:
Heart that stills with trust,
Body that groans,
Mouth that moans,
Hands that are speckled with rust.
This is the way
I go today:
The way that all men must.
