The day draws to an early close
It is the change in season I suppose.
The window is open an invitation to impose.
A moth beats against the window trying to penetrate.
Working so hard beating against the leaded glass
Again and again without restraint.
Pulverizing a way through
Searching for a way, compromising the alarm system
Trying to break-in, almost a crime, a meeting with design.
Looking for an allurement, an opening, an attraction
A bendy bar in the railings but no quick compromise
To make it's way to the light that shines bright
That is you!
The moth pauses, is still
Crawls to the opening no bigger than a millimeter.
Slithers through, reaching out, reaching you.
Rests against the light, rests against you, choosing you.
Probably, more than likely, almost exactly
In just the same way
God is trying to get through to you!
Hugh K Henderson <><