open every door





So now the tide is turned to song,
As waves retreat where You belong.
She, a gift, lit by design,
Shimmers with a holy sign.

And so I sing not out of debt,
But awed by Love that won’t forget.
For You—the Flame, the Sea, the Shore—
Are Joy that opens every door.








Poetry by anonface
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Written on 2026-07-07 at 14:48

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