How I come is not up to me.
Who I was could not be my choice when I arrived at Your door.
The Wind pushed me.
But I had no hand to even raise that sacred lion knocker,
so fierce the scowl down on me.
But You promised:
Anyone who knocks shall receive The Opening,
shall experience The Finding…
first, of You; then, of herself.
But my head down discouraged bowed
by the door helpless and
a dull brain robotic fell
below the knocker missing
the lion.
Only, I had barely touched with my feet the stoop before
Your Son flung the door wide…
To me?!
The Wind painted my cheeks blood -red – my pale-death complexion
slapped
To life.
The lion on the door stopped scowling
when Your Son lifted the heavy knocker
and showed me that it was not there to bar me from entering;
it was there to show me myself ; the lion was part of The Finding.
And missing it was the key to The Opening.
You were smiling at Your Son, spreading the feast …
For me?!
And I saw that the banquet was already prepared –
You knew You would have guests, fashioned
from Your mind’s eye, from Your heart’s love.
You drew my coming before you beckoned the first star.
Inspiration: Jeremiah
33:3; Matthew 7:7-8
