Moving to the Big City has been a challenge.
  I often feel as if I am looking in the window of the neighbor next door-
not really invited through the front door. 
 Wondering about all the people whose path I might cross,
 but not really seeing past the tinted windows
 concealing their lives and hiding their souls.


Occasionally I spy a window with clear glass--
curtains all open inviting a look. 
 As I creep closer looking--no staring--
I finally see--it was all a hoax--
no one is home-at all. 
 I should have known it was too good to be true--
no one is open to a strangers eyes.
  All those houses filled with life and voices
 are all locked and closed to the gaze of a stranger,
 for fear of the ever present sense of danger.

Endlessly searching and looking for the keys
 that open the doors to the homes
 and hearts of those new neighbors all around me. 
 I cannot seem to find the code to the gate
 nor the button to push to get past the locks.
  The locks to the doors that hold them all in
 and keep me closed out.  

I see those doors---
I know the way---
but first they must be willing to unlock the gate.
  To allow me a glimpse--
to give me a chance--
to unlock the passage to their lives.
 They might be surprised-
they might be in shock
 when they discover I am just like all of them--
just new on the block.

There is one door in my life--
that each and every time I knock--
it is opened. 
 So when I am alone--
when I feel blue---
I knock and He answers
 and invites me in.

Today I am thankful for the joy of a door always thrown wide open.

"Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find;
 knock, and it will be opened to you."
Matthew 7:7

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