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~ Doors ~ Through all our lives There are too many choices The door to the right May look good But the door to the left May look equally as good if not better We will never know Once we choose our path It's a done deal If it turns out bad The other door could have been worse If it turns out good The other door could have been better So we all plod along In blindness Trying to make "the right decisions" Many times we do But sometimes we don't Sometimes, surprisingly And sometimes, expectantly We hit the last set of doors You realize at that point Most of the other doors didn't really matter So you examine the door to the left It says "The Right Door" You ponder this for a moment You feel the door It's warm A warmth that surges through your body with the love of all your family and friends You jump back very startled You think to yourself "I've chosen to many wrong doors How can I be sure this one is the right one?" So you turn your attention to the door on the right The sign reads "The Right Door" A little confused you feel the door But feel nothing You notice a peep hole in the door So you look through There are many beautiful children playing in a park Laughing and jumping Having as much fun As one could imagine Again startled you back up You notice to the right is yet another door Of coarse it has a sign which reads "The Right Door" After that another door with the same sign and another and another A dozen doors which lead back to the first Which door did Mom pick? "The right door" of coarse. God may leave us choices in life but after that he gently but surely brings us home. He only wants us to think we had a choice. by DMR |
