For those who knock:

Not all doors swing wide on sight,
nor all roads call your name aloud.
Some thresholds wait—
for the steady hand,
the seeker’s step,
the quiet vow.

A number whispered in the bones
of every faith, of every flame—
calling quietly and steadily
for those who dare to play the game that lies
beneath the game.

Knock gently.
The door was made for you.