I may have put these words to the page, but if this makes any impact on you whatsoever, it is because of God.
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The Glass Door
I stand with my hands pressed against the glass, my eyes filled with deep longing. She sits alone, refusing to make eye contact with me. She rocks slowly back and forth. Her arms are wrapped tightly around her frail body. I knock on this door of glass, so thick, yet with one word from her the door would open. My Beloved does not respond to my plea.
A mirror stands before her and she looks into it, a scowl forming on her lips, then a smirk. A shadowy figure hovers behind her. He leans to whisper in her ear. She continues to stare into her reflection and sees only herself, sitting alone on the cold ground. She nods slightly, holds herself a little tighter, rocks a little harder.
I watch in anguish as the shadow strokes her hair and chuckles when she shudders. He bends again to whisper in her ear. They both look my way and her expression hardens.
“I hate you,” she mouths. The shadow creature’s wide mouth stretches into a wicked grin, taunting me.
At her words my heart aches as though wounded with a knife, my hands still pressed to the glass.
“Choose life,” I say softly. “Choose love. Choose me.” I lean in closer. “I love you.”
My Beloved turns to the door again, and I see confusion clouding her eyes. The creature grasps her chin with his wizened hand, turning her head back toward the mirror. He runs his hand up and down her arm. Another creature, smaller, appears on her shoulder. She slumps forward, hanging her head in despair.
At the door I gaze intently at her slumped form.
“I love you.”
She shakes her head. “You can’t.”
“I love you.”
She lifts her gaze. “Why?”
“You are mine.”
The larger creature scowls and puts his hands over her ears. She again looks down.
“I am disgusting.”
I open my mouth and reply, “I made you. I love you. Draw near to me, my beautiful princess, my Beloved.”
A tear traces its way down her cheek. “How can this be true?”
A savage growl escapes from both shadow creatures, and the large one leaps upon my Beloved’s shoulders as the small one grasps her hair, pulling himself on top of her head.
“I can’t do this!”
“I can’t do this!”
“Call to me,” I plead.
Her hands are pressed against a cold, dead earth, and she whispers, “I don’t deserve you.”
“Call to me. I love you.”
An anguished cry escapes her lips. “Save me!”
Her words hit the glass door with a loud crack, sending a web of lines tracing their way from the center of the door to its outer edges, and within one blink of my eyes the glass has shattered, falling at my feet in millions of crystal pieces. Light flows from me, pouring over her kneeling form. The shadow creatures’ shrieks are cut short when my light reaches them; their shadowy bodies are immediately disintegrated.
I can’t believe what just happened; I’m not sure what’s going on, but my heart feels so light. I feel...free. I feel light flowing from this man, and it seems to be reaching right inside me, in my spirit somehow. My heart is light, but my legs are so weak and wobbly. Why am I still sitting here? I want to jump up and run into His arms! He approaches me and very gently places His warm hand on my chin and lifts my face. I am captured by His eyes; so beautiful! So full of love...for me? With His other hand he wipes the tears from my eyes. “I love you,” He says, His voice deep and rich, filling my body like warm honey pouring into every crevice of my soul. As He takes my hand, I know it’s only His strength that allows me to stand. He says to me, “Once you were weary and burdened, but no longer! Come with me now, and live forever in my peace.”
I can feel tears spilling over my cheeks again, but not of despair; they’re of joy. Pure, wonderful joy. I can’t hold myself back any longer, and I fall into His embrace. Together we walk through the door and home.
“Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me.”--Revelation 3:20
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” --Matthew 11:28
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