Passages are noble entrances that pull us forth
to places we sometimes don’t dare to go.
We believe the door should be vibrant
It is the dark passages that make us grow
if all of our paths were kind and beautiful
the heart could never weep tears into the soul.
and, therefore, the ground we boldly stand upon
would always be shallow.
Instead of the rainbow
God shows trinkets are often treasures
buried beneath the closets of our past
so when the hallway
dims to heartaches of blackness
It is only a passage
we must hold and humbly pass.