A Knock On My Door Poem by Randy McClave

As I began to snore
I heard a knock, knock, knocking on my door,
But, then I thought was it really a knock
Or was it just a crock.
Then I heard that knock, knock once again
Did I really want to let whoever it was in,
Because, it was really late
For the morning couldn't they just wait.
I wasn't feeling happy or good
My house wasn't in a good neighborhood,
And like me it was always a mess
A clean person I am not I do confess.
I heard that knocking once more
Coming again at my front door,
"Who is it! ", I shouted as I proclaimed
Currently of my living conditions I am ashamed.
Then knock, knock, knocking a third time
Then I thought of robbery or murder or a crime,
I was then truly worried and scared
My thoughts were now worried and impaired.
I didn't want any visitors to come here
Many times I just wished to be gone or disappear,
I really didn't want no visitors to judge and stare
As I have prayed and said in prayer.
Then my front door I decided to open wide
Whoever it was I would allow them inside,
And there the stranger did stand
There he stood with a smile and an outreached hand.
No more excuses could I give
On my life or where or how I live,
Or about the clothes that I am wearing
At me and not at my home he was smiling and staring.
It was God and not a stranger or an ex spouse
He then said, "I am not ashamed to come to your house",
"I want you to always shine"
"So! " God said, "why are you ashamed to come to mine".

Randy L. McClave