Enter through the Door

This year in my own time with God I’m reading through the gospels in very short sections and reflecting on them. Sometimes those reflections take the form of poetry, such as this rough sonnet from awhile back when reading Luke 13:22-35. This practice has helped me more deeply consider the meaning of Jesus’ life and words as well as take more reflective time to soak in its meaning as I ponder the words to write in the structure of poetic forms.

Enter into the kingdom through the door,
the narrow door that is open to all.
It is the door that is often ignored
in spite of God’s invitation and call.
The narrow door is not as attractive
as other doorways and paths, seeming quaint
in its simplicity. It does not have
flashing lights or lurid colors that paint
its frame. Instead, a still, small voice beckons
one turn aside from the billowing crowd
to a garden path lined with wooden beams;
a bell and flapping wings the only sound.
There the sunlight subtly warms weary souls
and the wounded One’s touch will make us whole.