Your Monday blessing: knock knock

The army knocks on my door
to say he died bravely.
The witnesses knock on my door
to say we won’t make it past death, or we will.
While I knock on your door, Shams,
so that God might dance
to the drumbeat of your life in me.

About bobjanisdillon

Unitarian Universalist minister, poet, husband, father, three-chord guitar wonder.
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