The Doors

I walked through a door and knew there was more

So I looked around and saw many more doors

And I could not stay in one place

It’s not that I thought it was a race

I was curious to see what might be in the next


The little words were good

―Food for my soul

Kindness, Peace, and Harmony

But I decided to continue to roll

I kept stepping through, always finding

something new

A place without race, that is filled with grace

There is passion and love

Beings embracing life

And far less strife

Captivating music drifting about

And children playing voicing Joyful shouts

Big words exist ― Oh I could not resist

There were no diseases

No pheumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

No Pseudopseudohypoparathyroidism

Everyone was important!

No floccinaucinihilipilification

Everyone was capable of being smart at something


Everyone opposed separation of church and state


What Harmony I saw!

And many created unimaginable creations;

It was supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

And best of all I was surrounded by a sea of unconditional, eternal, undying love.

Nobody was mean

No one unseen

No violence or hate

Or state of disgrace

I think I’ll call it Edendelectalicious

Now you might be suspicious

I completely understand

But I doubt you will want to argue with my plan


I believe the shape and design of a door can add character to any house or building. And because the door is the entryway and often the first thing one sees, the doors’ architecture is critical in making buildings and communities appealing. Evoking or attracting interest and curiosity is desirable most of the time, in my opinion. There are always those times when one prefers to hide, and then having an ugly door could be useful. But that’s not the point of this topic.

Curiosity, intrigue, and excitement is the topic I want to focus on. A beautiful door generally leads me to believe that there is something beautiful on the other side. It piques my interest to find out. Most of the time, I love it when what I find on the other side surprises me. Personally, I have experienced good, devastation, and the entire gamut in between upon opening a door and peering in. Don’t forget, I raised three sons, so I have seen a few scary things after walking through a door.

In my travels, I have viewed some magnificent doors. Particularly, church doors that were enormous and magnificently hand-carved. I like quaint homes with interestingly shaped doors of various colors, textures, materials, and homes with unusual roof lines and angles. I often like to imagine who lives in them and what their lives might be like. What does your door say about you and your family? And what might I find inside if you invite me?

Zachariah 11, NIV

11 Open your doors, Lebanon,
    so that fire may devour your cedars!
Wail, you juniper, for the cedar has fallen;
    the stately trees are ruined!
Wail, oaks of Bashan;
    the dense forest has been cut down!
Listen to the wail of the shepherds;
    their rich pastures are destroyed!
Listen to the roar of the lions;
    the lush thicket of the Jordan is ruined!

Judges 3, NIV

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