This is a sestina I wrote in creative writing. It’s written from the perspective of a visitor at a church with two stanzas as the church’s response to her intrusion. I thought it took an interesting form. Let me know your thoughts!
A Conversation on Open Doors
They say we are called–
drawn together to break barriers
and spur on one another
toward out goal of grace.
Our doors are always open;
our hearts are filled with love.
And yet I searched for love,
and when I finally called,
their mouths fell wide open.
Only trembling hands made barrier
as their sharp opinions graced
my ears–and I am just another.
As so many have been “just another.”
And not just another stranger to love,
but rather one to force-feed grace.
Because we are called
to keep our sins inside our barriers
and to save those who live in the open.
Their eyes pop so far open
I think I need to get them another
pair–one with sunglasses as a barrier
to protect their gaze from my gaudy love
as I answer my son who called
during church, disrupting their grace.
She walks in with no grace.
She leaves her shirt buttoned open.
She looks like an escort men called
only to ask the service for another.
She prances around pushing her “love,”
She would be better behind barriors.
Their comfort zone has mile-high barriers.
I knocked in serach of grace
but found superficial love
through the door they would not open.
Oh well, maybe I’ll find another.
Tell God I called.
Oh God, you love with no barriers.
We are called to dispense your grace,
but your child was too open, please send another.