A foot in the door

A foot in the door                                                                                            
 
My windows are barred, doors bolted.
It’s a bad neighborhood.
 
No one gets in; I seldom venture out. 
But something recently has happened – 
 
after a long spell of determined
knocking and melodious patter,
 
some persuasive salesman
with all his wondrous wares
 
has gotten His foot in the door,
allowing for a budding companionship
 
and a dazzling shaft of the Spring day beyond.
I suspect now that this mortal world, inside and out,
 
is not what I have known and feared;
my ages-old imprisonment and estrangement
 
being (quite possibly) a meaningful, essential,
temporary prelude to an expansive and glorious destiny.
 
O child of God, sample His heartening wares.
It’s not hope He’s selling, but truth and faith.