Poetry

I Stand at the Door

By Author Unknown

I stand at the door.
I neither go too far in, nor stay too far out.
The door is the most important door in the world.
It is the door through which men walk when they find God.

There’s no use my going inside, and staying there when so many are still outside and they, as much as I, crave to know where the door is.
And all that so many ever find, is only the WALL where a door ought to be.

They creep along the wall like blind men with outstretched, groping hands, feeling for a door, knowing there must be a door.
Yet, they never find it… So I stand by the door.

The most tremendous thing in the world is for men to find that door – the door to God.
The most important thing any man can do is to take hold of one of those blind, groping hands.

And put it on the latch – that latch that only clicks and opens to the man’s own touch…

I admire the people who go way in. But I wish they would not forget how it was before they got in.
Then they would be able to help the people who want to run away again from God.
You can go into deeply, and stay in too long. And forget the people outside the door.

As for me, I shall take my old accustomed place.

Near enough to God to hear Him; and know He is there, but not so far from men as not to hear them and remember they are there too.

Where? Outside the door… Thousands of them, millions of them.
But – more important for me…


One of them, two of them, ten of them, whose hands I am intended to put on the latch.

So I shall stand by the door and wait for those who seek it.
I had rather be a doorkeeper… so I stand by the door.

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