Poems (Kennedy)/Open Your Door
OPEN YOUR DOOR
OPEN the door of your house;
Hoard not its splendor and its space,
Its heart's-ease of its stately grace,
Nor hold it an abiding place
For you alone.
Suppose God kept his heaven for him
And left you in the shadows dim
With wisp of light and snatch of hymn?
Open your door.
Hoard not its splendor and its space,
Its heart's-ease of its stately grace,
Nor hold it an abiding place
For you alone.
Suppose God kept his heaven for him
And left you in the shadows dim
With wisp of light and snatch of hymn?
Open your door.
Open the door of your heart;
Shut not your sympathy away
From those who need it day by day;
Reach out a hand and bid them stay
Within your love.
Suppose that you should one day come,
Devoid of hope and starved and numb,
And cry for love, and get a crumb?
Open your door.
Shut not your sympathy away
From those who need it day by day;
Reach out a hand and bid them stay
Within your love.
Suppose that you should one day come,
Devoid of hope and starved and numb,
And cry for love, and get a crumb?
Open your door.
Open the door of your soul;
Hide not the spark of faith divine,
The sweet, pure hope that is the sign
Of God-head tender and benign,
That man retains.
Suppose one came in sorest plight,
Came groping through the spirit's night
And lost his way for lack of light
Because you hid your lamp from sight?
Open your door!
Hide not the spark of faith divine,
The sweet, pure hope that is the sign
Of God-head tender and benign,
That man retains.
Suppose one came in sorest plight,
Came groping through the spirit's night
And lost his way for lack of light
Because you hid your lamp from sight?
Open your door!