The Door

I am not much of a follower, but today I am following Rabbi Jesus; he has taken off his sandals, and I am wearing them for this borrowed moment. He said: I Am The Door. Jesus may be the last human being, the rest of us following - after the fact. That which was, is, and has yet to be - all just a shot glass of moonshine. His sandals are too light for my heavy feet they float away like paper kites in the wind. A vision of a winding file of us all (both shoeless and shod), entering that Door; angelic sheepdogs nipping at our heels. Maybe I’ll be one of the slackers at the back of the line? I won’t mind so much, as long as I can look back, and see that Door shutting out this revolving hell of world forever.