This is a drawing I did of the ancient door of the big house where we stayed at Rivendell Writer’s Colony.  It was the very first drawing I did while I was there, and what I was led to write about as I was leaving this morning.  Here is my poem….

Portal

Every morning the redbird sings,

and every evening the owls come.

Their different calls are the same,

saying “Pay attention!”

“There is a Calling Presence here.

It will not leave you when you go home.

IT IS HOME.”

~  Ah, now Calling Presence is everywhere.

The ancient door I entered speaks as well,

“You can no longer see me simply as door.

I am Door Way…..Portal…Passage

into tomorrow.  Don’t be afraid to step out.”

~  Ah, the way out is now the way in.

nk