The Door by Sara Wright

Chaco Canyon

Doors

are thresholds that

if opened, become

 Gates to the Unknown.

If invited in

for further instruction.

by kindly Spirits

we tread lightly,

always listening

Symbols and signs

abound for those

who have learned

from deep suffering 

that for every Light

there is unholy Darkness.

Both must

be given their due.

Deep Humility,

keen awareness

and a wary heart

keep us anchored,

 allow us entry,

but only briefly

and then

the door

must close again.

Earth celebrates

our return.

BIO

Sara is a naturalist, ethologist (a person who studies animals in their natural habitats) (former) Jungian Pattern Analyst, and a writer. She publishes her work regularly in a number of different venues and is presently living in Maine.


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Author: Sara Wright

I am a writer and naturalist who lives in a little log cabin by a brook with my two dogs and a ring necked dove named Lily B. I write a naturalist column for a local paper and also publish essays, poems and prose in a number of other publications.

5 thoughts on “The Door by Sara Wright”

  1. A beautiful poem. I especially love the line “Earth celebrates our return.” I’ve been thinking about doors ever since reading this poem earlier this morning and realizing that in those moments of “deep suffering” envisioning a door opening is an important way to healing.

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  2. That door opens not just in deep suffering but also in joy…. what’s important is remembering that we don’t live in this liminal space and need to be clear about how important it is to return.

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  3. Thanks, Sara. I remember years ago reading a question in an advice column from someone who felt stuck and not moving forward with their life. It turned out that the querent had a poster of Irish doors, that were all closed (I later saw this poster in my local bookstore.) When they removed the poster, doors opened.

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