I am thankful for the trespassers.
for those who dared breach my walls
gently but firmly, who passed through
my locked doorways carrying candles,
determined to do no harm, determined
to raise me from the dead.
About this poem
There have been times in my life, and we are living in one of those today, I believe, when I needed someone to push past my own walls and self-limitations with gentleness and love, so I could become more, better, stronger.
The gentleness and love are just as important as the persistence, I have learned.
PS: The picture was taken in a train graveyard in Bellows Falls, VT.