Knob Hill

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There are just two doors,
To enter the Kingdom at hand,
A turn of either knob sends suffering,
Both are grace…not punishment.
One door is child-sized,
One is not.
Through the first enters the martyr,
The saint, as if escaping fire.
This God of opposites,
Who renders crucifixion
into sublime resurrection,
Hides Truth within our fear…
Invites us to embrace weakness,
Our very suffering,
Without fear.
For Love,
True Love,
Is the untamable, Life of God,
And it Is not to be trifled with.
The Truth of God’s Love,
Can only be known by the heart.
Love cannot be learned,
Nor truly understood,
Only followed.
Let us dare to follow the Little Way,
Question not why little footsteps,
that walked before…
Rather lead,
With the singular focus
The very same a child loves their Mommy and Daddy.
Carry nothing!
– and run like a child laughing,
Excited and giddy just to turn that knob.

By Chris Clody
6/10/16

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