It is a thing of minuscule grandeur,
To be stopped up short in one’s mundane steps,
By the bulbous projection on one’s door,
A sphere that spectacularly projects,
Struck by elegance and simple function,
It gleams. How am I so oft’ unaware?
This latch provides beautiful conjunction,
Opening doors with an e’er humble air,
While simultaneously resembling
The highest shape and motion of the forms,
How dare I approach without trembling?
It is the simple, pure thing that transforms.
This plain knob yet may bring Christianity
to civilization and humanity.
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