The door swung wide

Christina Rainsford | March 1992 (Vol. V, No. 3)

I cried to God,
I beat upon the door
Until my knuckles bled;
God gave me no answer, gave no sign.
"There is no God," I sad.
I stopped my clamor
And lay spent,
A channel at ebb tide,
And slowly in the silence
The door swung wide.

~ "Be Still and Know" by Christina Rainsford