The Man at the Door
If your soul had a door
With yourself on the other side
Would you recognize who’s knocking?
Would you open wide?
Would you see a person, with whom you would spend a day,
Or only an intruder, you wish would go away?
Would you want yourself to be your guest?
In the stillness of life, when all is quiet and the day is at an end,
Is the person at the door a stranger or a friend?