Anya lay not sleeping,
She knew her time was near,
Silently she remembered ,
And shed a single tear.
It was very long ago,
When she had made a choice.
In a land so far away,
Before she had a voice.
Mys-tery was in the air,
The scent of flowers strong.
There was music everywhere,
A lilting gentle song.
She felt that she was beckoned,
Requested to be here.
So she stood before a door,
Trembling in her fear.
Within a moment that had passed,
And then she felt at peace.
Now she had a choice to make,
But would her life then cease?
“I did not have the courage,
To take the path I should.
And so I turned away that day,
And lived the life I could.”
Now the time had come again,
She knew what she should do.
All it took was just the will,
And she could walk right through.
Through the doors beyond the pale,
Are wonders from within.
If you have a willingness,
A new life can begin.
This door was painted by my dear friend JA from a photograph by ES.
This gave me chills. So beautiful
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I’m glad you liked it Beth
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I’m with Beth. Your awesome poem made the hair on my arms stand up!
Very thought provoking.
Beautiful painting.
Ginger
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A dear friend of mine painted that from a photograph from another friend. As soon as I saw it my mind started turning…
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Oh yes! This is wonderful. Life must not be a series of coulds, shoulds and woulds… I do hope something lovely lies beyond that beautiful door (I adore red doors!)
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This door really spoke to me when I saw it. Possibilities and probabilities and what if’s…
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Oh yes. I hear you!
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Wow!
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome!
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For me, a play on death’s door …. but on the survivor and moving them forward. Well done, Pam.
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Thank you Frank.
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An enigmatic poem to be sure, Pam. Thank you. x
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Thank you Joy. It was fun to write.
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Pam, I love your poetry because you always create an image and a story with beautiful words. This poem is no exception. Excellent!
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You are very kind! Sometimes when I see an image my brain does backflips and I know something is coming…
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So magical!
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Thank you Barb!
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Such a beautiful poem. It sucked me right in.
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I am so pleased you liked it.
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Ah dear lady, those decisions in life, ever cycling to touch us in different times. Testing us, teasing us…but always bettering us. Well written Pam 😀 ❤️ 🙏🏽 🦋
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I appreciate that Mark.
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A lovely poem and painting.
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Thank you John.
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😊
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Thank you for taking us through that door, Pam. A wonderful piece of writing AND a wonderful paint job to boot.
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My friend gets credit for the painting and it is what inspired me to write the poem. I’m glad you enjoyed them both.
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A terrific poem Pam. Decisions, decisions, decisions
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Thank you Lauren. Sometimes decisions are just too hard to make.
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Often
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Beautiful drawing with lovely poem.
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My friend gets credit for the painting but it inspired the poem.
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Yes,
Off course. Really I will be inspired. Really you feel that!
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I don’t know how I missed this, Pam. I’m catching up, and I am so glad I found this in my inbox. This is beautiful.
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Thank you Dan. We all have so many blogs to read, the ones we follow and the ones that follow us and comment so it’s not surprising when one occasionally gets missed. I do it too.
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