God Knocking

A poem on receiving Grace

Light of the World By William Holman Hunt (1851)

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God Knocking

I come to these woods
week after week
after week and hear
the tap tap of the woodpecker.
I imagine that each peck is God
knocking on the door
of my heart, sweetly asking
to bid him
welcome, to let him
in so he can quell
the raging wake
of my aching soul —

      "But Lord!
      Let me tidy up
      the mess I've made."

In pity he responds,

    "My child,
      the mess is why 
      I've come."

    "But Lord!
      You came this time
      last week, the mess
      is worse than before!"

    "My child,
      this door hides
      nothing from my
      all-seeing eyes."

In fear I cry,

      "Then you know
      what wretch you visit today.
      Turn away, turn away!"

His smiling voice responds,

      To where shall I go
      but here? I knew
      your hearts darkness
      before I knocked...

      I am
      here to stay, here to stay."

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This poem was generated by the author’s human mind with zero AI / LLM involvement.

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