When Mystery Knocks

by Jennifer Pratt-Walter

Black door and brass handle and lock

You feel like you’ve been waiting forever
but instead of a robed savior, it’s the Unknown
easing onto the porch and knocking.
Just turn on the light—
awareness of the Question is your first offering.

Greet and smile, invite Mystery in for tea
and conversation. Dance a let-it-be kind of dance.
Become friends, for someday, you will
come to know each other deep as velvet,
intimate as all that has ever been born.

Read the deep calm of your Night a poem like this.
Do not be afraid— to be is to become even more.

Jennifer is a poet, musician, and photographer who is drawn to the small or overlooked wonders in everyday life. She has three grown children and a husband and lives on a small farm in Washington State.

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