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
