No Doorbells

Knock. Knock. Knock.
There is a visitor at the door,
a stranger,
shrouded in darkness
But his smile was infectious.

Knock. Knock. Knock.
He bangs again and I approach the door with caution,
tip toe-ing across the shattered glass floor.
I know he's still there,
I can sense him on the other side of the frame.

He says hello and I jump unexpectedly at the smoothness of his voice,
the underlying tone of curiousity
Is he genuinely interested in who's here?

Knock. Knock. Knock.
Gosh, he's persistent and now I'm afraid to answer.
What conclusion will this interaction bring?
Guess I won't know unless I answer.
 I'm still peering at him through the one way glass of my mind and begin to reach for the door handle because even though I'm afraid, something is emanating from him, right through this barrier and is reaching me.
I slowly turn the handle and push open.
He was turning way.
I whisper "Hi".
He turns.

I'm in his domain now,
powerless to the energy surrounding him, drawing me in closer every second .
No more words are needed and he extends his hand.

I don't remember when I took it.
I only notice the feel of his embrace, enveloping me like a warm towel, provding comfort and joy.

Now I can never walk back through that door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

My heart is wonderfully trapped within His chest. 

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