I am the door of the sheepfold.Not one that’s gently hinged or deftly hung,Not like the ones you planed at Joseph’s place,Not like the well-oiled openings that swungSo easily for Pilate’s practiced pace,Not like the ones that closed in Mary’s faceFrom house to house in brimming Bethlehem,Not like the one that no man may assail,TheContinue reading “I Am the Door of the Sheepfold”