The Doorway

He stood near the door of His house

Many were invited to come inside to eat with Him, but many left

A beggar, a rich man, a business man, an abused woman, an angry child, even some of His own family

He came to the opened door and said to me hiding behind a tree, 

"I know you've been standing by, come inside."

I sat and ate with Him

We began to talk and I became angry

I stormed out and stood with my back towards the house

He stood leaning against the doorway with His arms folded, patient and breathing...

I looked down at my fingertips and wine dripped from them...I couldn't move ahead...I turned around

He looked at me, doe eyes, and walked back into the house

I followed and closed the door...

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Amy Art-Dreams from Pixabay

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