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Sunday, September 29, 2013

Shabby Little Door

A shabby little door

Sits on the weathered, run-down house,

Aged and scarred,

Chipped paint,

With a doorknob that’s

Loose and rattles.


Who would believe

That shabby little door

Hides behind it paradise?

That it opens to

Joy and love and laughter

And the comfort of home?


Every scrape and scar

Is a story

Engraved upon my heart,

The story of us,

Of this family

We have created,

Of this love we have built,

Of this life so much

Bigger than we imagined.


I wouldn’t trade that shabby little door

On that weathered, run-down house

For all the queen’s gold.

For true beauty lies

In that shabby little door.
Posted at Theme Thursday

1 comment:

  1. Oh my, I can just picture that shabby little door on that weathered house and it makes me think of so many older houses I have seen while traveling across the land. One can only imagine the people living inside of those houses or the stories that the doors and walls could tell about what has gone on inside the house. So many stories never to be told but always remembered.

    Thank you for sharing such a beautiful and loving poem with us for this weeks Theme Thursday. I hope you are spending a week filled with love and weaving many new stories.

    God bless.


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