A doorway can be an entry point or a barrier. What lies beyond scan be a mystery or a beloved refuge. Doors hold hostility or welcome. My master knocks and often I am absent. How can I show him that coming through my door is what I desire from him?
There are times when my door is only a facade. The ruins are visible but I am long gone down other paths. I deceive myself into thinking he will be fooled by the exterior. Woe is me! I want more than that in our relationship. When he comes knocking I want to be in my Sunday best, the table set, and something warm on the stove.
"Behold, I stand at the door and knock: if any woman hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to her, and will sup with her, and she with me."
I write on Fridays with a large group who inspire me. Only five minutes and without much thought to perfection. I write, prompted by one word that sends my thoughts to the keyboard and hopefully make sense.