sinking memories.
temporarily buried?
the overflowing cup is now draining.
faint and indistinguishable,
have traveled so far
that the starting point is a muffled blur.
now the ultimate destination
awaits behind this closed door,
expectantly and patiently.

so i wait for time
to signal
the turn of the key,
the twist of the knob,
the push that God has granted so graciously,
to open the door,
and let my feet
take its final steps,
towards what is destined to be.