The Door

This is an illustration I finished today to go with a poem and a song I wrote in 1977. This art together with the poem and song is a reflection of yet another stage in this often strange and enlightening journey of life that I find myself walking through day by day night by night…one step at a time.

The three poems below are all called “The Door”. The first poem was written in 1977 while still living in the Woodland Park community. Some of us were about to embark upon a journey that would eventually take us to Detroit Michigan where we would remain through Easter of that year. That journey brought others from the Scotland community into my life and with them deep life altering lessons.______

Although I did not at the time grasp the magnitude of it, the change within my heart and soul that had begun with my first attendance at the Episcopal Church of the Redeemer in Houston years before and continued as I entered the Community in Woodland Park was about to grow exponentially.________

Those brief few months in Detroit left me never the same._________

It has taken me years, many years to grasp what it was others were teaching me so long ago and I still believe it is unfinished, something on-going. Almost daily, I find myself realizing something new from way back then, and when I do it amazes me that I just did not see it then. Often I wonder why that is.

Anyhow, here they are in the order I wrote them.
________________
The Door

a poem written in
Woodland Park 1977

Sometimes I think
I see a light
in the doorway
beckoning me
to come across
the darkened room
of my life
to discover
a freedom
incomprehensible
to my chained
and broken mind

Sometimes I feel
like a poison
planted in the midst
of those
who are alive…

something to be
carefully watched
and properly
eradicated
if it begins
to grow
too foul…
~
The Door
a song written in Detroit 1977

Oh tell me
does it really even matter anymore
if I should
walk on through
or just close that door?

I know
it’s going to hurt
whether I stay or go
and I guess
I’m never really even
going to know
till I walk on through
or just close
that door…
does it really even matter
anymore?

Just a song
I’m singing to myself
working through
my personal hell…

Just a song
I’m singing to myself
hoping I’m going
to come out well…

Does it really even matter anymore
if I should walk on through
or just close that door…
Does really even matter anymore?

~~
The Door

a poem of Commitment
written in 1979 in San Antonio Texas

Ah, Lord God!
“Here is my life,
do as You will”
I said…

And yet
it seems
Your calling
is to a faithfulness
far beyond
my ability to give

or is it merely
a fear I feel
in realizing finally
it is You, not I
who really decides
whether I live
or whether
I die…

Ah, Lord God!
with what fear
what dread
this turning
of the mind…

to pull the foot
from doors
behind
the only EXIT sign
now pointing
straight ahead…

The Door

mary catherine young

San Antonio, United States

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These three pieces are part of the story behind the art I posted.

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