I am the door.

Knock and I will answer.

Through me, may all who seek it, find shelter

and in my dwelling you will find peace.

For in my house are many rooms and everyone

will find their tongue spoken with understanding.

And all who seek truth will find it in their own way.

There are countless paths to my door,

but first a step must be taken.

The way may be rough, long and dusty.

Thirsty for the Word, is the traveler.

Raise your eyes to the huge domed sky,

give thanks for the chance to sing in praise.

I am not hard to find, only hard to follow.

But my hand is always there to help

when the way is too steep and boulders

of hate rain down on pilgrims.

Fortunate are those who hearing the word,

understand it.  The word is not

complicated with doctrine and ritual.

It is written for all, not just the few.

How then so simple a concept

defeats you so easily?

Love God and all mankind.

Do only this for me.

 

 

David Garlick, Victoria, January 1996