Unopened door …
It beckoned from the top of the long winding stairs,
that unopened door I could never reach, though many times I tried.
The stairway was dark and I would climb up slowly, keeping hands on the wall of each side.
There was a door at the bottom which I could easily open and it always closed behind me. I kept my eyes open wide, it was so hard to see.
I always looked up the stairs, hoping for some light. Around the second turn I could see a faint glow. A few more turns and there was the unopened door, with an aura so bright.
I could see the door had a wide frame, the door was snow white with a knob of gold. When I related the dream to family they did not believe what I told.
Except for Dad. He said I will not be able to reach and open the door, till the time came when I needed to know more.
I was so young, did not understand. There was something behind that door for me. I often had the dream, so real it did seem.
I could never reach it, could not get beyond a few steps from it. What was beyond? Should I keep trying or quit?
From the time I was about seven, the dream kept coming back. An answer to something I felt, but the knowledge I did lack.
Over the years the fear was there yet I kept going up, almost every night. Then fear began to fade as I moved up the flight.
When I reached the age of forty a new wisdom opened up to me. I forgot about that unopened door as I grew ever stronger in spirituality.
Is this what I was seeking behind that door so long ago? To find my spirituality and peace in my soul?
I like to think so.
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© Copyright 2016 All Rights Reserved Phyllis Doyle Burns
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Writing this memoir was inspired in me when I read John Hansen’s “Cavern of All Fears“. The memoir is true, it was John’s poem that triggered the memory, so I wrote about it.