In the quiet reminders of how we live our lives
a silent recall will always come knocking
always come knocking
always come
to somehow tell us we are a concept
we remain here forever,
always knocking,
a steady rap of recurring thoughtful
imagined lives that stir our hearts
until all the passion we feel
suddenly spills into the next
time and place
where
always knocking
a soft moment,
we might certainly
become enthralled in sweet
reckoning
because we share our lives
inside the spectrum of some
displaced anxiety,
an autumn sunset
begins a solemn wholeness,
the human condition,
always knocking
on Heaven’s doorstep.