I don’t lock the doors at night
Not because I live in a safe part of town
Not because I’m not afraid
No because I have an immense amount of faith
Not because of the knowledge that there’s a season that even contains my death
I don’t lock the doors at night
Not because I’m inviting the fearful intruder to come cause bodily harm and take all of my worldly goods
No
I don’t lock the doors at night
Because it wouldn’t impinge my getaway plan
I need to escape
I need to get away
My need to break free
From anything that a lock could never protect anyway
I don’t lock my doors at night
So the morning can come anytime it feels like it
And bring what it may
Regardless of any kind of weather accompanying it
I don’t lock the doors at night
May the grace of all that is holy
forgive me for ever even shutting the door
on anything that has the possibility
of everything that never has a sum
of nothing
or worse
the feeling of all unequal parts
behind any safe illusion
a locked door
holds
We all have a need to feel
S A F E
don’t we. . .
BUFFALO
UVALDE
TULSA
and who knows where next
but hopefully not to a town near you
or outside of your (UN)LOCKED Door
I recently read a post from a friend
who said,
EVERY PERSON I KNOW WHO OWNS A GUN JUST WANTS TO FEEL SAFE
EVERY PERSON I KNOW WHO WANTS GUNS REGULATED WANTS TO FEEL SAFE. . .
MAY THIS BRING US
A CONNECTEDNESS
that can’t be hidden behind any door
(UN)LOCKED
and may the
Caring Catalyst
in each of us
bring it forth
(UN)CEASINGLY
as we become
MASS INSTRUMENTS OF CONSTRUCTION
