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With open door your light clear and bright,

           though it blinds me,

Perhaps due to the late hour of the night-

When alone I reach out for you-

When scared you comfort me-

Your cold, crisp interior warms my heart,

            yet frightens me-

You fill me up with what I think I need-

I consume the treasures you store

trying to fill this void in my life all the more-

But my need for you is only surpassed

by my need to be excepted for who I think I am-

Though you can not speak, I hear you call my name-

           Why can't I stay away?

     Why do you have this hold on me?

I pray for a guilding light, to show a better way

              not yet in sight-

Till then, I find comfort knowing I can open

           The Door with the Light