I walked with him before <br />I knocked <br />he opened the door <br />though secrets he did not reveal <br />his love he did not conceal <br />he spoke many words in parable delight <br />he made me see, without sight <br />he wasnt there physically insomuch <br />but nevertheless I felt his touch <br />we walked for years among men <br />stopping to take a break <br />ever now and then <br />we walked so long I forgot he was by my side <br />or in my heart where he will forever bide <br />he is always here when I need him most <br />as I relish on the feast of life <br />he is my host <br />though him we cannot see <br />he is always watching over <br />you and me <br />when you have feelings of great despair <br />knock, the door will open <br />and he will be there<br /><br />ERNEST CLARY<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/knock-the-door-will-open/
