You stand afraid,
in front of the open door
that calls to you, practically
begging you to enter,
afraid of.... what?
The truth that is already true?
The pain that eats at your soul
in a million tiny bites, none fatal,
each slowly consuming you from within,
a silent cancer?
Condemnation, when you have already
than any God?
Afraid perhaps, most of forgiveness,
and the realization
that you have wasted so much of your life,
living unforgiven, when
it is as simple
as walking through the door.
The picture was taken in Rome, Italy. You can click on it for a larger version.