Doors

Last Friday Samuel H (U6) shared a thought-provoking poem he had written about doors for his chapel address to Senior School.

‘Doors’ by Samuel H

Some doors are made from oak and others from iron,
Some doors are from churches, others are on homes,
Some are on sliders whilst hinges hold others.
Some doors come fancy all plated with gold,
Whilst others are simple and feel rather old.
A door can be made from the straightest of steel,
Or even a pillow for that warm homey feel,
Some doors are single and all on their own,
But some come with others for a welcoming tone,
Some go but further and have three or four where each chase the other, and none is to win
Some have big windows to let the light in,
But most don’t. Protecting the heart of the story within,
Some are quite large and bi-fold apart,
Most are different from outside on in,
Some are made but never used, lying lost, lonely and cold,
And some are quite different, two in one, and one in two.
Some doors have knobs, and other doors have knockers,
But some have neither just bare barren space.
Some of these doors will push and others will pull,
And you’ll probably still get it wrong, even if there is a sign,
But some go both ways and they are just fine.
Some doors have worn from love and care; whilst others are battered but not beyond repair
Some are abandoned in the midst of despair,
And some. Only few. Will always be there.
In that special moment, when a door holds you up, just know, there was undoubtedly room on that door for two.

………

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
May the path be full of wondrous doors that I may discover.
And at this moment now if you still haven’t clocked that the door was a metaphor,
Then perhaps ask a friend, maybe they can comprehend that life is better when you talk.