One Red Door

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.

35 thoughts on “One Red Door

  1. Dale

    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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    1. quiall Post author

      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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