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
Written on 2026-07-07 at 14:48
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