Let Me In

 Let Me In

I don't stand at the door and knock,
It's not that my calls on the phone go unanswered,
It's not that you forget to reply to my e-mails sent from a far off land,
But,
It is that I am standing beside you,
And my breath is in your lungs,

It is my gentle hand,
Placed warmly on your shoulder,
And my whisper in your ear,
That goes unnoticed,
Unheeded,

While the light from the monitor,
Flickers about the features I formed,
In the womb,
The apple of my eye,
Let me in

Let me in,
Let scales fall from your tired eyes,
Take off the blinkers,
Lift your chin,
Your noble (yes, noble) head,

Let your vision expand,
you see,
you see,
I am there,
All about you

You do not need to lift them to the hills
For my help does not come from there,
I am beside you,
In your home,
In my home,
Your heart,

Expand your vision,
And let me in

Sun 6th June (Prophetic poem written in Ridgeways evening outpouring meeting)