BEHOLD:

You, moth on the screen door,
Gazing with longing
At blue world of infinity
Where wings may climb and soar,
But still hesitantly clinging
To old familiar barrier,
Unsure of venturing, waiting,
Unaware of the opened door.

Me, not captive nor mortal,
Gazing with longing
At universe of infinity
That man unafraid may know,
But still stubbornly holding
To thoughts of limits, barriers,
Till Love dispels my delaying
And Truth's voice bids me go.

Mary Dunham

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