Knocking - Bruce Dawe
Behold, I stand at the door, and knock …
Revelation 3:20
If I could ignore this Man
Who stands at my door and knocks,
I could parcel the rest of it up
And put it away in a box,
Like the shoes that no longer fit,
The books in childhood loved
When I was content to sit
And hear of Aladdin and Jack,
Hansel and Gretel, and Faithful John,
Before falling asleep with a magic
Pillow to dream them on …
With the ebb and flow
Of things that have ‘got to be done’,
Nevertheless, I know
That if I imagine that time
Will end this whole affair,
When I open the door, behold,
He’ll still be standing there!
Then, what must I do (although
The lights in the house may be dim)
But invite Him to enter and at last
Be honoured to sup with Him?
