The Door
“In My Father’s house are many rooms.
If it were not so, would I say
that I go to prepare a place for you?” — John 14:2
I saw Him
hanging there
and He said to me:
I am the Door of the sheep.
Look upon My Body
hung upon the tree
and see the Door.
Look upon My Body
hung upon the tree
and see your place.
Come, climb up beside Me,
little lamb, and enter
through the Door
into My Father’s house
which is His heart
that bleeds and bleeds
for all its empty rooms.
Come, make your heart
a house of many rooms
and share My grief.
Come, be the wind
that groans and groans
through every childless chamber of My Love,
through every empty womb I knit for sweet communion,
through every hearth which now lies cold
and desolate.
Look upon My Body
hung upon the tree
and know, My Love,
My longing and My grief.
