Invitation Slid Under the Door

 Your unrelenting mercy/

reforms my delights, quells my fight/

to drink what leaves me dry;/

I gorge myself and hunger/

for the bread of life/

whose crumbs always satisfy.//

Have I become too tired for life,/

too tired to rest/

to taste,/

instead of being driven,/

too tired to say no? Oh, the hours I stole/

from my life that//

You've given/

and given/

and given.//

You are true, relentless,/

generous--brave/

and I accept your invitation.//

See, I stand knocking at the door.

If anyone listens to my voice and opens the door,

I will go into his house and dine with him

and he with me.  John's Revelation

 

Laurel Turner c. 1/20/2025