Poems (Kennedy)/Open Your Door

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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 himAnd left you in the shadows dimWith wisp of light and snatch of hymn?   Open your door.
Open the door of your heart;Shut not your sympathy awayFrom 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 signOf God-head tender and benign,   That man retains.Suppose one came in sorest plight,Came groping through the spirit's nightAnd lost his way for lack of lightBecause you hid your lamp from sight?   Open your door!

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