The Hidden Door

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I was lost and alone in darkness, with no sense of direction. Then I saw the light, it was so beautiful, and it was calling to me. this is a retelling of when my whole life changed as God came into my heart and I found the true meaning of life.

Submitted: April 25, 2007

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Walking alone in the valley of darkness.  Bumping into everything around me.  I am lost for eternity with no one else around.  I sit in silence in the dark telling myself over and over again in my head, “ It’s going to be ok; it’s going to be ok.”  As tears trickle down my face.  But will it?  In the midst of my darkness a tiny hole of light shines down at my feet.  Slowly I uncover my face and look down at the pool of water my tears have made.  In this the light casts a reflection of my face.  Seeing myself for the first time I am in awe.  Dirt all over my face.  A trail from my tears runs down my face.  But in it is something different.  My face begins to change.  The light disappears.  I am alone in the darkness once more.  Sitting there I ask myself is there a way out of the darkness, or am I trapped in it’s grip forever?Am I to live my life the way man wants, or in a different, better way?  The light comes down at my feet again from where I can not see.  Again I look down at my reflection.  But this time it is not I in it, but a man.  A man with a vaguely familiar look.  A man is being beaten and mocked.  A man is being spat upon.“Stop it!”  I yell but they can’t hear me.  People are coming from all around the man kicking him.“If you are the true king,” they say “then stand up for your self and make us stop.”  But the man just sits there.The reflection changes.  Now he is up on a cross with a crown of thorns upon his head.  All around him there are people crying, and laughing I sit and watch in horror as this man who they say has done no wrong is punished.  If he has done no wrong then why is he upon that cross with nails in his hands and feet.  I sit watching him hang for what seems like forever.  Then he lifts his head and mutters his last words,“It is finished.”  Once again I am alone in the darkness.  But within seconds the light comes out of the darkness bigger and brighter than before.  I can see something in the distance, but I’m not close enough to tell what.  Slowly I get up and walk across to it.  As I draw nearer I can now make the figure out to be a door.  I know what it is now but still I can not draw away from it.  As I walk up the steps I can hear a light rapping coming from the other side.  There was something about that door that made me feel like I had to open it.  So very carefully I gripped the doorknob and pushed the door open.  And there on the other side was that man.  The one they put on the cross in my reflection.  But now there is no crown of thorns, but a crown of gold on his head.  He stretches out his graceful hand and I take it.“Who are you?”  I ask.“I am he who took the sins of the world upon my shoulders,” he says in such a sweet voice, that it sounded like a song.“Why were those people beating you?”  I ask.“It was my fathers will,” he says.“For in me is the light of the world and no man comes unto the father, but by me.”“What does that mean?”  I say.“Child of mine would you like to know the way of truth and know the secrets to enter my kingdom?”“Oh yes kind sir.”  And it was on that day that my Jesus showed me the light, and my name was written in his blood in the book of life.Though I walk in the valley of darkness I shall fear no evil for the LORD my GOD is with me.


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