He waits

just outside beyond my door
I know that he is standing there
and reminders I do not need
of that which he will bring

and I will turn avert my eyes
and stop up my listening ears
and my thought to other things turn
so that they will not me remind

and I do wonder how that they
seek out all that they can learn
study of his many ways
and of the fascination they do find

for I do wish that I could forget
and even that I had never learned
how each day would now be filled
of all the things the wait without

and inside where I do hide
I do wonder of their joy
how the seek of all the things
that from which I run away

and they call invite me in
that with them I might share
of all the joy that it does bring
not knowing why I turned away

yet I know I cannot forget
that someday he’ll enter in
and no more may I hide
from the one who waits outside