A Large Wooden Door

A Large Wooden Door

 

Out of our finite view there is a large wooden door

which is permanently open, never to close

It remains ajar for a few to trickle through

but in times of calamity and war it opens wider

 

From outside nothing can be seen therein

inside the exterior is covered by a veil

It is a rubicon, a threshold from life to death

then from death to a new life which awaits

 

No one is excluded as entry is unrestricted

the passage inside is swift and pre ordained

No words are spoken, no music heard

only a constant movement of souls pressing forward

 

The door has no handle or lock or key

as they are completely unnecessary

An inner light shows the way

the light of life extinguished only momentarily

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keith jeffries

Sat 16th Feb 2019 14:30

Dear All,

Thank you for such a lively debate. It does credit to you all.

Kind Regards
Keith

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keith jeffries

Sat 16th Feb 2019 13:33

Ray and Do,

Thank you for your comments. I cannot comment on Billy Graham as I have never heard him speak or know very much about him. I speak for myself. At a very early age I possessed a sense of the numinous. This did not come from scripture or church as my parents never went to church so there was no external influence to initiate or nurture my faith, yet it grew and has remained with me till the age of 71 years. It has not altered the core of my being but rather enhanced and enriched it. My poem speaks of a door that is never closed with unrestricted Access. We all possess freedom of choice. No one is obliged to enter.

Thank you for your interest in this poem

Keith

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raypool

Sat 16th Feb 2019 12:59

Hi Keith, excuse me for making a comment here. My brother has faith, sparked off by a choice made under the influence of Billy Graham, although his presence there was obviously inwardly driven. in fifty years I have not been able to penetrate that shield; his transformation at the time was immense. In that process, he was made pure, if that makes sense. I believe he lost his core personality. Sad for me, as I love him and respect his personal choice.
My belief is that the material world is a lesson in self sculpture resulting in a passing over to something else. I believe in the possibility of other invisible realms which interpenetrate our awareness for a reason. That leaves me with control and a hand in developing what I possess hopefully for the benefit of others.

Some of the essential core of teachings do have validity; but I will say I think the allegorical assertions represented in your poem, albeit caringly crafted, is an example of "this way please for those who have accepted the way." The trouble with doors is that they block as well as permit entrance at least in the material world.

With respect Ray

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keith jeffries

Sat 16th Feb 2019 12:15

Thank you for you comments and views.

When discussing matters of faith a secular language and outlook is a barrier to understanding the spiritual nature of life. Faith is a gift and as with most gifts they can be accepted or not. Not everyone wants to be a Knight of the Garter or be the recipient of an OBE. Faith embodies trust. What cannot be discerned now will be revealed in due course. People of faith believe in a Divine Plan or purpose for creation. Made up comfort is a cynical response often used by those who are determined not to embrace the unknown and resist, often with contempt, those whose heart and mind have accepted the gift of faith with trust and hope.

Thank you again
Keith

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