You can mavel at how we recklessly open doors.

Never knowing the destination or results.

Years back i met a door, glistening with power.

Took a step with it. Trust me am above the tower.

My choice never lets me cry

But in green pastures i lie.

Being moulded each second

To perfection.

For i decrease, so that HE increases.

That door is CHRIST.

The door of abundance,

Love unconditional,

And patience never seasonal.

~pato.