Poem February 11, 1985 Issue

The door

JUNE M. F. WILDEMAN

I pushed open the door with the sign
CARE ABOUT OTHERS,
which led up from the cellar of self.
I had stumbled too long in the gloom
on 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 ideas
loaded with gifts for giving to others.

We went singing and companioning
along the bright busy street marked
LOVE'S UNSELFED WAY.

JUNE M. F. WILDEMAN

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