One day I walked out the door
Suitcase in my hand
To a place I’ve been before
Somewhere faraway land

I sat down at the bus stop
Ticket in my hand
Dawn breaking all’round me
Just for me to understand

It was a cold winter morning
Bare trees against a dawning sky
A sudden breeze moved us all
Trees and birds and I alike

I was lifted out of my thoughts
By a screeching crow up high
Drawing my attention to the doorway
That appeared before my inner eye

Suddenly I was filled with joy
Because clearly I could see
That there is another way
Another way to be me

Guarded by forces
Larger than I
Never truly alone
Blessings in the sky

Every time I pass that bus stop

I remember the cold winter air
The breeze and the trees and the crow
And the doorway that is always there.

By Annemieke Borrias, Dec. 2019