Leunig by my Front Door

I've put an edited version of a Leunig Poem I stumbled upon at a toy shop next to my front door.


The poem reminds me of my path to finding God's door. A path that is a path within and is as much the result of joy as sorrow. Here's how it appears next to my door.

The path to your door
Is the path within
Is lined by flowers
Is lined by thorns.
Is stained with wine
Is washed with joy
is swept by grief.
Is known by heart.
Is known by prayer.
Is lost and found.
Is always strange.
The path to your door......Leunig

This is ths original poem...

The path to your door
Is the path within: is made by animals.
Is lined by flowers. Is lined by thorns.
Is stained with wine. Is lit by the lamp of sorrowful dreams:
Is washed with joy, is swept by grief.
Is blessed by the lonely traffic of art:
Is known by heart.
Is known by prayer.
Is lost and found.
Is always strange.
The path to your door......Leunig