"...A man's turning away a blessing from his door: it falls to somebody else."
-Silas Marner (Silas Marner, pg. 273)
I may turn up at your door one day,
Begging for a place to stay.
Would you open the door?
If not,
I will escape
To your neighbor's front porch.
I will knock on their door.
And they would invite me in.
They would feed me.
Provide for me.
Love me.
I would be thriving.
But.
When I'm out in the streets
Enjoying the cool evening breeze,
Will you then open your door?
Only when you see me living life
In my purest form?
I would have been
Completely taken care of
By the people living beside you.
Will you then call me in like
I am yours and not theirs?
Will you then claim me
To be yours and not theirs?
All because I called on you first?
