They lock their doors and shut away their treasures against the night.
I walk the lanes and byways, in early hour, before they have risen and opened their windows.
Are the doors shut against me? Or do they keep in the warmth?
Let me look upon the closed gate with love, Lord. You knock, and wait for invitation. What inestimable grace, that we may all make our own choices. Can I do the same, with equal patience?
Let me knock, and wait.
(Letter #3,347)
Daily Letters to God 
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