the door is solid and holds fast

until we open to the requesting knock 

sometimes it is pain, or grief, or sorrow that pleas for rest 

sometimes it is joy, or peace, or contentment that begs to enter

whatever knocks, whoever knocks, embrace, support, and enjoy

then send them on their way, to their appropriate final destination 

for the learning of deep experience

the live well lived

only comes when we open our doors