(~) TThe Door Of A Man
A man sat in his living room gazing around the room and thinking of the
wonderful things he had obtained in life. He looked at the furniture and
thought of how pretty it
matched the decor on the walls and blended with the beautiful soft carpet
below his feet.
He looked to the door across the room. It was white and not stained, then
his mind drifted as he thought of all who had come through his door. He
wondered if it had
been as open to others as it should have been,and should there be more
stains from warm hands gripping the side as it would close?
He realized at one time in his life he would tend to shut out the world as
he came to his abode in the evening. It was like a refuge for him and he
told himself, that part was good at times.
Then he realized his front door was much like the door to his heart. The
times he had shut out the world, he was shutting out others and living
only for himself. This made him feel lonely as he began thinking only
about himself.
Then one day he did not hear the knocks and the door chimes that once had
been a daily occurrence and soon it made him stop to see who he had
become.
He saw there were no smiles in his life and life had taken on a repeated
action day in and out. He searcheddeep inside his heart door and found who
he needed to become. His door started opening up as he took on a new view
of a world to love, to care for, and share with.
As he got up from his recliner, he made his way to the porch. He sat down
in his chair and felt the soft breeze upon his cheek, then a smile came
over his face. He glanced at the outside of that door and saw his
grandsons finger marks when he was so small. He trailed up the door and
found smudged marks repeatedly, upon one another. Those marks were from
his daughter holding his precious granddaughter.
The sight of that outside door brought thanks to the very core of his
soul. A feeling of love that gripped his very being, not only for his
family, but others as well. He realized his purpose in time to change the
man who he once was. Now those that come with dirty hands or clean, are
all welcome. They come to visit, to talk, and commune with a man that has
become wise from listening to his spirit within.
So it is with our lives, our hearts door is much like our front door. Both
are who we are. Let us all be mindful of our closed doors.
- Donald D. Campbell
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