The Painted Door
She stands
a bastion
bright and glowing
against the bitter winter chill
Sheltered deep within the heart
a warming green of new beginning
her blossoms painted heart’s blood red
Each paintstroke a murmuration
of loving prayer and gratitude
of deep resolve and love of home
of hope and courage, pure and kind
Amidst the mountain’s broken pieces
she sings of welcome, peace, and joy
Her song so sweet of bright renewal
that strangers blossom into friends