“Like a pieceof
ice on a hot stove; the poem must ride on its own melting.”
Robert Frost,
Collected Works,
Preface, 1951
March 11, 2022
Reflection
Thursday, March 10, 2022
KNOCKKNOCK
[This is an
attempt to put today’s gospel into a poem.]
I walked by God’s door over and over again – too, too many times. But I didn’t walk up the steps to knock on God’s door. Instead I complained over and over again – too, too many times. I complained that God’s door was always locked – so that’s why I didn’t knock. Finally, I did. Finally I walked up the steps. Finally, I knocked on God’s door. I knocked - knocked. The door opened and there was God. I asked. I sought. God answered. I was invited in. I was given a seat at the longest table I ever saw – with millions and billions of people, I was handed a loaf of bread. It wasn’t a rock. It was the most delicious tasting bread I ever had. I was nourished. I was energized. I went out that door filled with the desire that I too could bring bread to God’s world.