You shouldn’t be here. When he walking toward this town, a passenger said to him.
Maybe, he was just attracted to the candlelight that came out the window. He wasn’t meant to try this over, which is slightly knock the door in-front. Second, the door opened, with a smiling face telling him to come in.
Nasty footprints leaves on the floor, rainwater drops all over the room. Leave it, the house owner says, and sit yourself well.
The wooden door isn’t large, but firm enough to stop the marching snow from this dark night. It’s warm inside here.
The house owner sit cross-table, serving foods, talking to him from the autumn to the stars. Some moments, he doesn’t seem like a stranger anymore. But they all know that clearly, within this candle burns out, will comes to the time for him to leave.
This place never accepted any strangers.
Just a glass of wine in warmth, just out of the pain for now.
He’d like to walk, as still as the stone, back into that dark, cold night. He wished that that kind person wasn’t ever opened that wooden door.
Sadness can turn into will, embrace the will we may gain the courage. Only the person filled with fearlessness allowed to step into paradise.
God of mercy, could you please hold that warm-hearted person’s door any bit longer?