Who Is There
i am intrigued by doors and doorways they can be an entry
or when closed provide
a barrier to keep out the world provide safety
against intruders doorways can be a welcome to friends and neighbors alike
or they can be a
passage from one place to another or
from one time to another
sometimes we are
aware of their presence and at other times we
don’t even notice
we step through
them amazed at the new place
we are as we age
we pass through many doorways from childhood to be the young adult
from young adult
to midlife and one day without being aware
we will step
though a doorway to old age still there will be one last doorway
the doorway from
life to death knock, knock who is there
January 3, 2018
You Walked With Me
on the day i left i paused to ask what can i hope for
the answer was “there
was nothing to hope for” i asked
for grace
grace to accept what was before me grace to continue to live
after all was
lost to me my mother appeared it was her grace
i hoped for she took me by the hand we walked down that hall
to your empty
room she was my role model my mother of grace
January 3, 2018
13 comments:
Beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
You can't keep a good mother down. I love this one, Annell. My mother still helps out too.
Annell, how very moving this is. When there is nothing to hope for, grace is the miracle by which we walk down that hallway to the end of everything we ever dreamed. As I was reading, I was remembering you saying your mother had such grace, and then in your poem she appeared and walked with you. Wow. One of my very favourite of your poems.
How she came when needed, how she is--I am--always in the hall approaching the empty room. Powerful poetry! Thank you. May you feel the grace.
I think the two poems works as one... the doorways and the grace... in real life most doors only leads one way...
I liked the "knock knock" at the end. When I think of doors I remember Emerson's comment that every wall is a door.
A wonderful poem!
Back to read your doorway poem, so full of the entries and passages we pass through in this life....so many doorways until that one final one into who knows where?
I like the way this poem progressed from actual doorways to passages in life. Beautiful, Annell.
We have to pass through so many doorways in one life! And the Mysterious Final one! Nicely said.
Two beautiful, thoughtful poems which give me a feeling of calm.
A journey to epiphanies, in which doorways and grace hold the key! Lovely!
Two wonderful thoughtful poems Annell.
I found the close of the first particularly moving and beautifully haunting.
Thank you for sharing.
Anna :o]
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