There is a Door
There is a door. I can see it. I have felt it many times. It is strong and heavy but really only feels heavy. It feels tall like a redwood or solid like an oak. Dark heavy wood, at least it feels heavy.
I have seen it open. It is beautiful inside. Home. No, better than home. It is home for the Homed. I belong there. I know this.
Inside there is strength. I can feel it even from the outside. Inside there is courage. I can feel it. It has fortified… Continue