All Who Knock

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ALL WHO KNOCK


Too late we realized we were off

a couple houses to the left— 

or was it to the right?—


were nonetheless surprised to find

the curtain part, hinges creaking

to our mis-calculated request


for entry. Our maps had led

us wrong, but "praise the Lord

our maps are not the final say"


as she reminded us, as if to say

that maybe, in the way of neighbors

who gently re-direct our


steps, the God is a but neighbor-

hood, and one with lots of doors

which all lead to the Living


room eventually, even

if we get there a few minutes late

with a story and sore knuckles.

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