Everything Becomes A Door


We know we have been raised from the dead
when everything becomes a door--
every brick wall,
every dead end,
every Judas fiiend,
everything we see and smell and taste.
everything we think and feel and are,
every mountain top and valley bottom,
very birth and every death,
every joy and every pain,
every ecstasy and infidelity--
when every single thing
becomes a door
that opens to eternity
and we pass through
as we could never do
before.

And then we wonder why
we've spent so many years
just stopping at these doors;
why we've always pulled up short,
and turned around,
and walked away,
instead of passing through.


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弗朗西斯·多尔夫

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