Wednesday, December 30, 2009

The Door by Miroslav Holub

"There are things known, and there are things unknown,
And in between are the Doors."- Jim Morrison

'Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and will dine with him, and he with Me.' ~Jesus, Revelations 3:20
"Be an opener of doors for such as come after thee, and do not try to make the universe a blind alley." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Door
By Miroslav Holub

Go and open the door.
Maybe outside there's
a tree, or a wood,
a garden,
or a magic city.

Go and open the door.
Maybe a dog's rummaging.
Maybe you'll see a face,
or an eye,
or the picture
of a picture.

Go and open the door.
If there's a fog
it will clear.

Go and open the door.
Even if there's only
the darkness ticking,
even if there's only
the hollow wind,
even if
is there,
go and open the door.

At least
there'll be
a draught.

~translated from the Czech by Ian Milner
From: "Staying Alive, Real Poems for Unreal Times" edited by Neil Astley


I love doors. They're perfect metaphors for art, life, poetry, death, rebirth. I was thinking about the new year coming up and came across the poem above and it spoke to me about new beginnings, a fresh start and hope so I post it here. The past is a door closing and the future is a door not yet opened, but the present is an open door, inviting us in to enjoy the moment and live life to the fullest.

"Spend the day with yourself
Let nothing distract you.
A poem emerges so young and so old
You can't know how long it has lived in you." ~Sophie De Mello Breyner, "Day"

I usually go crazy at the end of the year tossing out junk, old clothes, old ways, but this year I'm feeling moments of great peace---even amidst my physical pain---and nothing has been tossed out. I whittled down my 'stuff' all through the year and by God, I refuse to throw out my skinny jeans. I wish many things for myself this coming year....mainly to live this prayer I found in a book entitled "Saints":

"Saint Mary Magdelene,
teach us to forgive ourselves
and then to forgive others."

Like many women, I have been way to hard on myself. This past year was rough for me, what with so much time to think. I kept playing and replaying my failures as a mother. After my children were grown, they told me things that happened to them as children that I never knew about . . . We all have those horrible regrets and what if's that plague us late at night when we can't sleep. Well, I forgive myself for those things that happened that I had no control over. I'm going to let them go, along with the emotional pain and scars. I found a letter in my purse after we left Chattanooga from my daughter and she said, "Mama, I finally understand how hard it is to be a mother---juggling work, children and husband and I want you to know that I know you and dad did the best you could and that y'all gave us a good childhood even though we were poor and times were often hard..." It was two pages long and after reading it, I felt a heavy load lift from my soul. It was like she had seen into my heart. I'm so thankful for her kindess and compassion in sharing her thoughts with me.

So here's to doors: opening new ones and closing old ones.

Wishing You Love, Blessings & Peace,



Karen said...

What a wonderful gift your daughter has given you! Thanks for the beautiful reflection on past, present, and future as we stand in the doorway.

Elaine Jarvis said...

I just found your blog and I am entranced. I wish you well into the New Year...from a stranger who, perhaps, will not remain one. Blessings,

Marion said...

You're welcome, Karen. I appreciate you, poet-friend. Blessings!

Elaine, thanks for stopping by and commenting. I love making new friends. Blessings!

Kelly said...

This is wonderful, Marion!

I love doors, myself, and the photo and poem are both lovely.

I think we all have our moments of beating ourselves up over the past. How special that your daughter had the insight to write you that letter. Bless her and bless YOU in the coming year, my friend!

Woman in a Window said...

I love the poem The Door. I love that. I live that. I want to, at least. It could have ended there before that last stanza and it would have been more perfect for me.

Is it wrong of me, Marion? I don't regret. I don't what if. I can't. Not in my structure. At least I don't think it is.

Use what you take from your reflection to have a grander year, Marion. 2010. Who woulda thunk it.

Serena said...

What a lovely post, especially about the letter from your daughter. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and I wish you the very happiest of New Years.

Char said...

Have a Happy, Happy New year, Marion.


Angie Muresan said...

Yes Marion. Here is to doors. And may the one opening in 2010 bless you immensely.

Marion said...

Happy New Year to you all! I love and appreciate you...and thanks so much for helping make 2009 a great year for me. xoxoxox

quid said...

What a beautiful post... lets go forward and make 2010 a year of no regrets, friend Marion.



Marion said...

Yes, Quid. Forward and onward!!! Thanks and love to you. Blessings, my friend!