I see now that knowledge is not
the proper tool – a key lacking
the apposite notches to turn
the given tumblers.
With the key of knowledge
I might just as effectively
tap urgently on the jamb
or jingle the whole chain like a bell
hoping God comes forth
to see who stands on His porch.
That which opens God’s door
is apparently grace as always
beyond the fingertips of our keyless hands,
induced not by knowledge
but attentiveness, supplication,
longing and obsessive intention.
O child of God, recall Rumi’s assertion –
you are knocking on the door from the inside.