passin thru
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When One Door Closes
Then you wonder what went amiss
For then you thought you had it all,
Right in your hand and grip to keep
A while ago, but now it's gone.
Vainly you watch your hopeful dreams,
Vanish like some departing smoke.
Was it a loss or some good riddance?
Or the blessing of purifying storms?
That which some call dark night of Soul,
Has come again to purify (thy being)
But you forget to seek the light
That lies in wait at the tunnel's end.
You admonish your hurting heart,
To be patient and of good hope,
But in your fret you fail to find
The rock that always salvaged you.
You seek your friends and partners too,
To give a hand for you to lean,
Or some succor in form of words,
But they are gone away from you.
In your seeming forsaken state,
You fail to see the meaning there,
And that beyond life's crossroad come,
Lies the path that would lead you on.
That old folks you knew, friends or foe,
Have served some purpose in your life,
And in your seeming loneliness,
A new good friend will find a room.
That the dream you have held so high,
May not indeed have served you well.
And in the closing of the door (of old),
A new one opened for your (goodly) use.
Author Unknown
Then you wonder what went amiss
For then you thought you had it all,
Right in your hand and grip to keep
A while ago, but now it's gone.
Vainly you watch your hopeful dreams,
Vanish like some departing smoke.
Was it a loss or some good riddance?
Or the blessing of purifying storms?
That which some call dark night of Soul,
Has come again to purify (thy being)
But you forget to seek the light
That lies in wait at the tunnel's end.
You admonish your hurting heart,
To be patient and of good hope,
But in your fret you fail to find
The rock that always salvaged you.
You seek your friends and partners too,
To give a hand for you to lean,
Or some succor in form of words,
But they are gone away from you.
In your seeming forsaken state,
You fail to see the meaning there,
And that beyond life's crossroad come,
Lies the path that would lead you on.
That old folks you knew, friends or foe,
Have served some purpose in your life,
And in your seeming loneliness,
A new good friend will find a room.
That the dream you have held so high,
May not indeed have served you well.
And in the closing of the door (of old),
A new one opened for your (goodly) use.
Author Unknown
