It hangs in the room like a big glowing ball,
Everyone is mesmerized,
but fear keeps them from touching it;
People die without ever coming close—
Afraid it might sting their hearts in the end,
The glowing ball is pure and simple joy.

Not me.
I take hold of some.
I tie a string to it
and march right to the door of your heart.
I am surprised to find guards
with spears standing by.
I reach past them and knock.

No answer.

I boldly knock 'til nightfall.
Then I sleep there
at the door of your heart.
At morning, I knock some more.
Finally, you answer the door
and I see your face.
I reach out to give you the joy on a string.

And you order the guards to...
"Take her away."

Published by Draw Near