The Room

Cluttered and crowded was the Room

Piled with the trash of the past months to minutes

Down trodden and plastered it had become

Entered and used, sugar-coated and fake

Too small to fit even pieces of You

There I sat after the revelry subsided

Pretending to give, it came and attacked leaving

Nothing but broken pieces and shattered glass in Its wake

Only but a memory is left to show peace even existed

Years seemed like lifetimes looking back

We had it here once, that peace and shelter searched for

Love and romance filling the Room that once was

Big enough even for the little things

But I left the door open, the mice and dust floated in before

I could stop it; it became a vacuum sucking out the carefree life

Leaving in its place a Vice

Sitting—feeling hopeless and alone, I pushed and shoved,

Not wanting to look into the Eyes that I once felt perfection and protection

Sure the shame would follow—I pushed You out

Leaving me alone, I took hold of the Vice

It led me here, pushed me there, showing and leading

Me to where I thought I could win it all—leading me to believe

I would once again see my Love-Inspired Prize Fighter

But instead it led me to an open Road

I wandered and walked, submitting not to what I should

Until it led me here: a dead end road with nothing but a drop

It caused my Room to squeeze smaller and

Smaller because of the clutter I was led to let in

My Vice left me there, alone in my small little Room

Surrounded by the cluttered trash and my broken Spirit

My Vice led me to what I believed to be

My dead end Road and left me there with

Nothing to cling

Then I stood and stumbled, tripping over This

And falling over That until I reached the Door

That contained my past mistakes

I slammed it shut for I would not let another Soul in

I felt tattered and used, fake and crushed

My Identity had been stolen, can it ever be recovered?

Wallowing and pouting I fell into it all, nothing

Could recover me now

A knock sounded, confident and sure

I couldn’t dare let another in, my future is shot

It sounded again, surer than ever before

Curiously I stood and cautiously opened the Door to my Room

And that’s where You stood, I looked again into those Eyes

Expecting shame but receiving grace

Gingerly You stepped in and frozen I stood

Wanting to shove You out before You could see

What I had amounted too

But when You did, I’ll never forget, You lovingly held my marred

Hand in Yours that was scarred and uttered,

“I love you anyway.”

Despite my want to struggle against You

As You lifted and read into my very secrets and

Sins, I could do no such thing for as the blood

From Your scars touched the clutter, it vanished

Leaving nothing but a mark of love; a stain

That can never be erased because it is lily white

Filled with nothing less than wonder and awe, I watched You

Make the small Room big enough again to hold not but a piece, but all of You

Wandering again through the Valley of Perfection

I sat with You; laughed with You, and found my

Identity once again, in You

All because You knocked, and I responded

Next a life of joy and lily-white bliss followed

Leaving Love in it’s wake

My Vice no longer had Its hold on me because

I am Yours.

Although I still dreaded opening the Door to my Room,

Fearing the glass would shatter again

You took me by the hand—both of ours having scars—

Your gaze said, “My gift is here.”

The joy I felt formed a smile, but You challenged me

You said, “It is waiting for you. The Knight I long ago promised is waiting.

But this gift is on the other side of the door.”

Longing for the Knight, I asked of You, “Will You open my Door for me?

I am afraid.”

You but smiled and said, “Your Room is safe in the arms of this Knight.

Dare to trust him. Trust Me.”

Holding Your hand I stepped gingerly to my

Door ready to brace against the impact of shattered glass

My Door slid cleanly open with

Not even a noise, revealing nothing but love

Formed in a Smile

And then I knew, my Room was safe in the arms of my Knight

And under the wings of my One True Desire

"Here I am! I stand at the door and knock, if anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person and they with me."  - Revelation 3:20