The ever open door
Now firmly closed
Against the rain, against the cold
Ornate, foreboding and set in stone
The gateway to safety,
Beautifully carved
Pleasing to the eye
But heavily barred.
There she lays
On the floor
Just skin and bone
Out in the rain
Exposed to the cold
Exposed to the cold
Giving up hope and left all alone
At the gateway to safety,
Beautifully carved
Pleasing to the eye
But heavily barred.
Is there nothing more
Beyond that door
Than the priest with his crimson and gold?
What about sharing
What about the poor?
At the gateway to safety,
Beautifully carved
Pleasing to the eye
But heavily barred.
That's what we're here for
For those who roam
Who lay in the rain and the freezing cold
They need a welcome
And they need a home
Not a gateway to safety, that's beautifully carved...
But a church that will love and open its heart.
Joe Morriss
January 2010
