In a theological tome I read
“opening the world to God”
which echoes in my ear
a quarter tone off pitch,
just enough to make choirs
of angels and archangels wince.

Surely that is backwards.
The whole amazing universe,
every minute or enormous thing,
is a door opening into God,
a summons to eternity
in a dust-to-dust creation,
an invitation to adoration,
the substance of forever.