When you were little, your cries touched my heart because you were dependent on me alone

At various points in our lives we encounter closed doors. Paths that are blocked. Alarmed we search for the right key that will open the door and solve the problem that has sprung up at the crossroads.
We use every trick in the book to gain entry. We turn and twist kick and pull. We contact various people and try endless options.
And above all — prayer. Because what are efforts worth without prayer?
But sometimes to our horror we discover that the locked door is a wall. And there is no key no way to penetrate this wall. A great darkness falls upon us a paralyzing fear that blinds the eyes and grips the heart with helplessness and brings us to a desperate recognition: Our hands are empty of any keys at all.
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