Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
The Back of the Wardrobe
If you invite me to
your house one day
And if in a spare
room you have a wardrobe
Then will you let me
open it? I pray
And reach far in,
and touch and tap and probe
Old coats, old shoes,
old dreams, your MeeMaw’s old hats
Someone’s uniform
from a long-ago war
Boxes of Christmas ornaments
stacked on some mats
Some surprisingly cold
mothballs rolling on the floor
Because your
wardrobe might be an Advent itself
With Narnia on the
other side
