thank god the door is closed. that statement/thought seems so wrong. i don’t want to thank him because it feels wrong to be grateful; it feels unloving to be grateful; it feels belittling of the door’s attendant, whom I have loved for so long, to be grateful. so in spite of this, because god knows what i cannot know, peering far into my future, emerging with me from my past, and whispering comfort even now, knowing each hair on my head, i thank god for my own spiritual health and well being. i am ashamedly learning to be grateful that the door is closed.
i shall not want
he makes me lie down in green pastures
he leads me beside quiet waters
he restores my soul