just outside beyond my door I know that he is standing there and reminders I do not need of that which he will bring and I will turn avert my eyes and stop up my listening ears and my thought to other things turn so that they will not me remind and I do wonder how that they seek out all that they can learn study of his many ways and of the fascination they do find for I do wish that I could forget and even that I had never learned how each day would now be filled of all the things the wait without and inside where I do hide I do wonder of their joy how the seek of all the things that from which I run away and they call invite me in that with them I might share of all the joy that it does bring not knowing why I turned away yet I know I cannot forget that someday he’ll enter in and no more may I hide from the one who waits outside