Peace

She opens the door, 
Not all the way, no. Just a peek.
She knows what's inside is what she needs.
Inside is the joy she once claimed.
Peace. 
Ah, at one time she would have been bold enough
 To enter without a second thought.
But now? Shamed of what she'd become,
that's what she was. 
Relgion? Hard. Discipline? Harder. No,  make that 
Unattainable.
Deep inside, though, she craved.
Not chocolate, not attention, not even love.
She longed.
A small, gentle voice broke through her thoughts.
"Come, " the voice called.
 "Come." As if coming were as easy as walking.
The sweet voice calls,  
"Just take one step inside. Just one."
That voice, the light. Oh how she longs for freedom.
Fear. Anxiety. Shame. Distrust. Disbelief.
No. She won't. She longs to, but she will not.
Crushed, she sinks to the floorboards that glue her in despair.
Her tears fall unchecked;  she buries her head in her hands. 
"Why, Oh God, why can't I find freedom?" she cries. 
Attempting to wipe her face, she realizes the room is not dark;
She can see her hands. 
Could it be? No, surely not. Could she still be there?
She slowly lifts her head to see that soft-eyed angel. 
Her eyes, they beckon her to the light. "Come."
She rises, and with blind faith approaches the door.
"Take my hand, friend, and I will bring you to CHRIST."
The light-that light was a mere glint.
For as she entered the room,
She was met by an all-encompassing Glow.
Jesus. All she could see was Jesus. 
She started to speak a thousand times,
But was dumbfounded. 
How? Why? Every imaginable doubt was quieted.
Peace, be still.
Everything...was gone. Wiped away.
"Child, "He called, " child." 
She wept, and wept. And wept.
One word, one word, and He had said it all.