Annie Johnson An Ancient Doorway Beckons

Annie Johnson

An Ancient Doorway Beckons

An ancient doorway beckons,
Pulling me from my realm
Of places where windows look out
On every place I’ve ever been.
An ancient doorway beckons,
With shadowy whispers
Sounding like a voice
Speaking into a deep well
Echoing love’s memory;
Begging to be heard again.
The litany is familiar,
The voice sweet as a song.
I’ve heard it forever in dreams,
Haunting me for so long.
An ancient doorway beckons,
The cold interior echoes the sound
Coming from the depths of time
And the vacant house of love.
The voice seeps out of my dreams,
Plaintive, sighing, aching;
Words remembered from the past.
An ancient doorway beckons,
All I need do is go through;
Step within, to know once more
A love I always knew was mine.