Dreaming brings me to a door at the end of a cavernous hallway

Its golden-white color transfixes me; its heat comforts me;

No door knob, locks or any type of handle allow entry.

While I am drawn to pass through the door, it does not open.

I look around and see no other means of leaving;

It is through this door I must go.

My eyes are drawn to the door’s high arches

Above them an inscription awaits:

Eternity

I gaze at the word, puzzled and confused

I move toward the door and touch it, feeling its warmth.

I try to peer through the crack between door and wall,

But the door is not willing to offer up secrets.

I push against the door, but there is no movement.

Its protection of what’s beyond steadfast.

I step back and gaze again at the inscription intensely,

As if my staring will force an answer.

With no way to move forward, and no options to the rear

I slink down onto the marble floor, resigned to my fate

As I sit looking at the door, sleep overtakes me

I dream of the loves of my life: family, friends, the Divine

A creaking noise startles me from my sleep

I turn toward the opening door and stare as Love pours out

A bright light draws my gaze up above the door

Below the first inscription is now a second

Enter Through the Door of Love

I rise in astonishment at the complete inscription

As the outflow of Love fills my soul

A familiar voice whispers in my direction,

“One enters Eternity through the Door of Love.”

- Copyright 2005 Scott Knutson   All Rights Reserved