24 The Lord of hosts has sworn saying, “Surely, just as I have intended so it has happened, and just as I have planned so it will stand… 27 For the Lord of hosts has planned, and who can frustrate it? And as for His stretched-out hand, who can turn it back?” (Isaiah 14)
Those closed Doors with Welcome Mats
a poem: by carole l. haines
I stood there, pondering; confused by what I saw.
The Door was locked before me, a door I felt the Lord had led me to.
Locked, Bolted, Immovable.
Why would He lead me here, just to send me away again?
Then I looked down at my feet, no Welcome Mat was found.
No place to wipe my worn and muddied feet.
It was such a long and arduous journey,
through forests and fields, along Stony paths and winding roads.
And all for what, to lead me to A Door that would not open for me.
I turned in frustration, and began to walk away.
As I noticed before me, lying on the Ground
The Welcome Mat, lying about a stones throw away
off to the right and slightly hidden.
This Path had not been traveled much, and needed to be cleared
Being a Gardener, I began to clear away debris, weeds and brush
until the Welcome Mat was clearly visible,
The path now obvious. Was I to take it?
Follow this Welcome Mat into the Unknown
Away from Shelter, Yes, but the Door was locked.
I took the chance to follow the road
being careful to stay on the path, so I could always find my way back.
The further down the Path I went, the more I wanted to continue
For the Forest thinned, and the Sun penetrated the Understory of Trees
Light filtered in Brighter and brighter, more and more
The Mud was drying as the the Sunlight warmed it.
My cloak was drying, my face now glowed
as I broke through into a field of Wildflowers
and still the path went on.
I tripped as I entered this meadow, and as I looked down
I spotted another Welcome Mat, Hidden in the grass
As a Gardener, I cleared it off again, and made it plain to see
It is then I realized,
It is not A Destination that I truly seek
You see, The Journey is the Point
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When one door closes, another opens, but we
often look so long and so regretfully upon the
closed door that we do not see the one that has
opened for us.
Alexander Graham Bell
This is very true, Carole. I need to shoe you a similar poem I wrote in college. I find the last quote by Mr. Bell to be profoundly truthful.
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