Portas.
i was taken with the “portas” in Portugal. Doors and gates all lead to something, to somewhere. I often wondered what was beyond the passage. How do they live? Is it filled with grandeur? abandoned? unkept? Would they let me in? I wanted to knock but didn’t. Life has doors. Have you ever opted for door #1 when you should have went through door #3? Choices - they all lead us to something, to somewhere. I have entered places i wish i hadn’t. I have retreated quickly. Knowing that where i was headed was not where i wanted to go. I have found that through the narrow passage TRUE LIFE is found, not an easy path but eternal grandeur. Go ahead, KNOCK. HE, who is faithful & true, WILL answer.
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