Doors

He stood finally at the door
Stared at it
Ready, he felt ready
This story began decades ago

When he was but a babe
Something happened and
He remembered
He had seen the door
Wide open, calling
All sorts of light streaming through

He could see them on the other side
Shadows, beautiful shadows
Speaking in voices so melodic
They must be angels

Praying to the mother
Day and night with undulating fervor
For God could be rather cruel otherwise
And then right there he knew
Now 40 years later
He stands in front of the door again

And it calls
And it opens
The other side waits
For him to take the step

And a step he takes
Walks in, just like that
Unsure of whether it was his doing
Or they had planned it all along
He enters, and stands
Breathing the gentle air

And feeling the raindrops on his cheek
Knowing, that the first job is done
He celebrates
With each step

One foot and then the other
He feels their prayers
Coursing in his veins
His body
Moving elegantly
As if in a dance

Holding on to each moment
Of this sacred reunion
Anticipating all that is yet to come
They reveal ever more

The introduction is already done
Now they open up
The joys and treasures
That they saved up for him
And he takes one
and some more
With divine pleasure.