“Knock at the Door”
Miracle. Chrysalis unfurled.
Welcome to your world.
The forest so enormous like a chorus sings around you.
Smallest dot in your surroundings. Amazing, this life found you.
Invisible limits with endless trees. Sky so close, ground far below.
The dawn of day speaks through the leaves, “Your life has A long way to go.”
And you begin, with knowledge thin, blindly leap from leaf to tree.
Above it all, the floor intrigues you. Invites you please, to come and see.
To find new glee, your feet take flight. Faith high, in the sky that saves you.
As you fell, the clouds expel. The clever spell enslaves you.
The drop ends and the top extends away from your familiar eyes.
Left to befriend the dirt and grass who laugh and humor you with lies.
Hidden despise that can not pass, rises up before long.
You speak out, relieved to shout. Those friends of yours are gone.
Racing up the bare tree stump, now heeding the eagle’s call.
Here she flies. The wing she brings, lifts you high above it all.
Sailing through life so anew.
Airborne feeling seems so true.
Caressing winds bless you and save.
Again, the leaves. A welcome wave.
Soars your spirit with your thought.
A lesson learned. You are taught.
Yet the raindrops hit you first.
You slip and fall, fearing the worst.
And eagles give their greatest try,
To pluck you from the crying sky.
A reach away, it’s all your choice.
Listen for the treetop’s voice.
Throughout the forest, up and down.
Frown to smile to smile to frown.
Searching past the muddy glare,
The canopy is always there.
But life’s a trend, things tend to end.
You give that wing a final ride.
The forest floor a final stroll.
Then stroll you to the other side.
A doorway graven ‘gainst a tree.
Many have seen the passage free.
Yet no one hears of what they see.
There you stand so anxiously.
You raise and knock the heavy ring.
Nothing now can change a thing.
Breathe silently, keep listening.
The response, is everything.