Poem February 11, 1985 ISSUE

The door

JUNE M. F. WILDEMAN

I pushed open the door with the signCARE ABOUT OTHERS,which led up from the cellar of self.I had stumbled too long in the gloomon the hard-cornered storage—self-absorption, self-pity, self-love.

Out of chill loneliness,into the warm sunlight of God I went,where waited a throng of angel ideasloaded with gifts for giving to others.

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