Illustration, The Door, created by and © K.L.Storer -- All rights reserved.

he knocked upon the door


he knocked upon the door
and it was opened

and he was led in
and he was fed

and when he left
the few who loved him

cried, cried for his feet,
that they must wear his soles thin

he knocked upon the door
and it was opened

and he was invited
to join in a celebration

he knew not what for,
for when he left everyone else came

and laughter turned to tears
and tears turned to laughter

he knocked upon the door
and it was not opened

and he was left outside
and he was cold

and when he knocked again
there was a sound of ruffling leaves and a whisper,

and he cried, cried for his skin,
that it should not feel

he knocked upon the door
and it disappeared before his eyes



Poem © 2000 Russell Moore, all rights reserved

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