The Unknown
by Evelyn Asher

The Unknown knocks softly at my door
Unaccompanied
Inviting me to reflect before I answer.

What’s behind the door?

A meadow of soft images, playful
If I but accept an extended hand
Become my own Julie Andrews.

Rejoicing in the vastness of love,
Views of forever, united at times,
Forever gathering under an umbrella of joy.

Connection, curiosity, celebration.

The Unknown waits patiently for me,
Admonishing not if I miss the mark,
Inviting me to be still under the layers of lived experiences

Alone and among those who enrich my life,

Give me pause, question,
Help me abandon my
cloak of doubt.