… we open the front door and marvel with you all, the kindest of friends, at the Merry of CHRISTmas, and all this world singing — do you hear what I hear?
In one warped world, the door’s jammed right tight,
and we’re all aching and longing and hoping in this twisted dark,
straining for footsteps from Somewhere Else,
for the jangling of keys and a crack of light,
wild for the hope from the outside that can spring us out —
and if you still
and listen —
there it is: Christmas —
the creaking of The Door wide open.
“I am the door. If anyone enters by me, he will be saved…”
“She will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel, which means ‘God is with us.'”