Diet of Worms

I walk to the door with a sheet
And a hammer and a bag of nails
“Who am I? Why have I come?
To proclaim a new age?
Sick of false dawns,
False prophets, false hope”

I call out to the Everlasting
“I am not worthy, I know nothing
I cannot explain your thoughts
But I do not hear them ringing out from these doors
Which lock in the kingdom.”

“Let it rain, let it pour
Let us be soaked in you again Lord”
My thesis "To know you and make you known"
Unfinished
‘I don’t yet know you Lord
And neither does the world.”

“Tear down the walls and shatter the doors
Cry freedom and reposition
The building not made with hands
I need to feel the touch of you on my life
Set new foundations in our hearts
Dig channels for service not services
Tto flow in and out
Take stones and fashion them to the keystone
Melt the ice and permafrost of indifference
Blast my hardheartedness again
Split the rock with oil poured out”

This time the door is not man made
It is one that I have placed
To keep the sacred in but out.
Inside my control, outside my attention.
You opened that door one day,
Having walked through to that inner, upper room of my soul
Without key or invitation.
To show a new order where what will be now is
At an instant
By that door you daily stand and knock
It’s the door I knock to come into the ‘what will be’
Still you stand waiting my invitation
Daily I say come! Enter in
Request your presence, bid you come.
Let me be a doorkeeper in your house
May I find many doors to treasure
As entries
As new beginnings
As a place to knock