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A Gentle Knocking

I stand outside, alone; apart a shuffle of my feet; the mat says 'welcome', yet still I feel unknown; unexpected at best My breath rises up in the cold air towards the porch light, much as I wish my heart will rise towards the light I think I feel from you A hand, safe and warm in a pocket now must risk the journey; as wide as an ocean, as long as a sacred pilgrimage, to knock, on your door

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Eileen Manassian

Date: 12/29/2014 7:15:00 PM

How tender and sweet. Hope you find what'll are looking for

David Brown
Date: 12/30/2014 1:13:00 PM

Thank you Eileen, it is always an honor to have you comment on my writing. Your work is so honest and strong, it is truly an inspiration. Have a Happy New Year and I will look forward to reading your amazing poems in 2015.

Jan Allison

Date: 12/29/2014 7:06:00 PM

I found this write so full of longing and so sad David - takes is courage to make that move:-) Hugs Jan xx

Jan Allison
Date: 12/30/2014 1:19:00 PM

I too write about longing and sad poems at the moment I hope my happy muse is more productive next year:-) Hugs Jan xx

David Brown
Date: 12/30/2014 1:10:00 PM

Thank you dear friend Jan, it was indeed written with a sense of longing; that seems to be my muse, these days. Hope you have a Happy New Year and look forward to reading your wonderful poems in 2015.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 12/29/2014 7:03:00 PM

I wonder if this is how Jesus feels when he knoks at our door? I hope all the doors you knock at provide you a warm welcome David. Happy New Year!

David Brown
Date: 12/30/2014 1:09:00 PM

Thank you Richard, for the very interesting perspective. That is quite a question indeed. I wish you a Happy New Year as well and look forward to reading more of your fine works in 2015.