On Opening My Door

A thousand dismal doubts dance in my mind.
The chains of fear enmesh my captive soul
And in these cycles,thoughts remained confined
Within a dark abyss, a noisesome hole.
And through the glass the field I see.
The gulls in white with holy crows attend
The sacrament of eating food that's free.
Is healing there, a salve my soul to mend?
I open up the door and walk in green
And scores of birds make music with their trills.
The dark abyss is now no longer seen.
New hope now comes with late forgotten thrills.
No roof above, no chains confine my mind.
I'm free for joy in Thee myself to find.

Peter M. Grinham 23rd January 2009