All my life
I’ve passed through
doors of hurt,
gathering up all kinds of keys
that just opened up
new rooms of pain.

I even tried the climbing of my stairs
    of body
            soul
                and
                    spirit
                           all dead ends.

Harmful memory furniture
is all I’d see:
everything all dust-covered
from old agony.

So Jesus now I’m filthy tired
let’s do it different.
I’ll just stay here in the hallway
listening to your knocking,
and I give you full permission
to open up a doorway
into me!

Spiritual Borg
1-25-1992