Last Door on Your Right

And before you cross through that door
You will see all that the others left behind,
Fears and shame and mistakes and those small flaws
That always contributed to our hesitations.
Now we may leave our burdens at the door
And be reunited with those who we knew before,

This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it?

For when good-byes are useless and hellos are old news.
All the best reunions are like this,
Of equal parts melancholy from long leaves of absence
And joy grown out of restoration,
As water is always better after the desert.
You may come home now, slow down into this shelter,
And find the dawn you've long deserved.