There are days when we wonder if we’ll ever make it through. Make it though we must. There’s always a way out. If we don’t quit, we may discover the way out or through was waiting for us to open the door and step out..
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Today’s Poem ~ The Lockless Door
The Lockless Door
Robert Frost
It went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I thought of the door
With no lock to lock.
But at last came a knock,
And I thought of the door
With no lock to lock.
I blew out the light,
I tip-toed the floor,
And raised both hands
In prayer to the door.
But the knock came again.
My window was wide;
I climbed on the sill
And descended outside.
Back over the sill
I bade a ‘Come in’
To whatever the knock
At the door may have been.
So at a knock
I emptied my cage
To hide in the world
And alter with age.
