The Doors

The Doors

It was a passage long, dull and wide,
With a door at each end and many on its sides,
She sat alone at one end, still as a figure
Seeking and searching but never gave a quiver.

Her life before had been busy, sometimes gay,
Often lonely and seldom at play,
She had lived and worked and the years had passed by,
Doing her little chores and letting her dreams die.

One day when she paused, and sat down a while,
And reckoned how her life had gone silently by,
She saw that though it seemed full to the brim,
There was a hollowness somewhere deep within.

The doors in the passage then began to open one by one,
Some stayed for a while and some just had plain fun.
One night as she unknowingly searched,
That door at the far end flung
And revealed Him in his brilliance so bright that it stung.

His Aura was so strong and yet so tender,
It pervaded the space around and gently settled
From afar, on her like a caring cloak and made her wonder
How from that distance did the light heal and pain asunder

She basked in his warmth and bloomed in his brilliance,
And then he moved and suddenly faded in the realms,
The world of that corridor was plunged into darkness
Leaving her confused and empty, without a sparkle.

Nights turned into nights while she sat and waited,
The doors along the passage still opened and often baited,
Some voices called, some tried to allure
But she heard none and only looked yonder at that blank dark
hole.

Then one night, cloaked in numb pain that burned
She arose quietly and gathering strength walked her turn,
To gently yet firmly shut the Door,
On her hopes and yearnings that would never come ashore.

As life goes by now, she wonders often,
If that Door afar is shut or if brilliance has returned,
And yet, she resolves to keeps her world firmly locked,
For fear of opening her Door and finding none who would ever
knock.

~ Glowing Embers ~

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