“The flyscreen door is torn at the edges. Fraying. I open it and knock on the wood. The sound rhymes with my heartbeat.”
“Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and all rural sounds, exceed in interest a knock at the door.”
“Coulda knocked me over with a feather, the front bell went and I opened the door to that tall drink of cool water. Woke up and I knew it was a good day. Felt it in my bones. Opened the door to him, glad I was right.”
“Knock and it shall be opened.' But does knocking mean hammering and kicking the door like a maniac?”
“My,' she said. 'We're lucky that you found the place.'We're always lucky,' I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood. There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too.”
“For God opens the doors of truth to him who knocks with the hand of faith”