Sunday Sermon Notes
The purpose
of a
door,
she said,
is to pass
through it;
not to ooh
and ahh…
whether
fiberglass or
or steel
or wood
or flesh--
you;
leaded glass
etched
beveled or
plain
I looked through
your window
but did not
walk in.
if
you are
the Gate
then why did
you let that
wolf in
on 109 Taylor
Drive?
or before?
on Lambert’s Run?
when lambs
bleated
wildly
in the night?
foolish lamb.
she
followed the
wrong voice
chose
the wrong
door
but nevermind
you poured over
the world
for me
and I am here
now
and you lay
down
your body
as gate
and I
pass
through you…
the wolves
will
never touch me



20 comments:
wow, this was so well said. Its funny when you come across somthing like this you just know you wont soon forget it.. Thanks for sharing :) xoxo LA
AMEN
AMEN
AMEN...
you take some pretty nice notes!
Absolutely love it!
Incredible... your way with words.
A completely different kind of "streetwise" poem -- nice one, Laura.
Beautiful, Laura.
The door metaphor -- doors let in, shut in, keep out, let out -- is apt and so well used here.
Wonderful! I really loved this.
"you lay down your body as gate"
I never thought of it that way. Beautiful.
Blessings.
wow. that was/is wow. b
Interesting thought about a door. Too often, I look at doors as barriers. Instead, I shoudl be looking at them as opportunities for new world, new adventures. Love it!
Amen! He is the gate to what we could not get to without Him!! Amen!!
lovely!!
this takes some pondering, Laura ... so much meaning there
What a precious gift you have Laura.
This is so touching.
"and I pass through You"
Oh, my breath caught...
Thank you.
Wow, Laura. So vulnerable. So beautiful. So true.
Your door was a prompt for me. :) It is hard to understand the wolf thing, the danger we sheep have experienced. This expressed faith and trust getting stronger anyways.
It hurts, sometimes, trying to understand His ways.
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