the hand that
balled into a fist,
and struck another

man down...
the hand that stole
the money to feed

his family that was hungry....
the hand that wrote angry words,
threw a stone through the window.


the hand that shut the door,
leaving the stranger outside...
the hand that tore

down all that it had built,
feeling the rage of alone....
the hand that pulled the trigger,

pushed the button,
rang the register.....
the hand that touched

forbidden places,
brought rain from a cloudless sky....
the hand that clasped the other,

kneeling to pray for forgiveness....
just wiped tears from the
face of God... found the key,

and opened the door!

Eric Cockrell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/opened-the-door/