Magic Doors and Life Choices: A Poetic Exploration

“You Choose the Magic Door: Right or Wrong”

As the door opens wide, look inside —

Peace and harmony and quiet miracles hide.

Close it again and the cold, bitter night appears,

Leaving you wondering when warmth will draw near.

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Choose the path of comfort or the one cold as ice;

A gentle heart or hardened one–each has its price.

I choose warm, with a kindling fire lighting my night,

It’s warm glow around me makes everything right.

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For dark, bitter cold makes me shiver in my boots;

I wasn’t raised that way — that wasn’t my roots.

My parents wrapped me in a warm blanket of love,

A gift passed down to them from God above.

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So when I stand where the dark and light meet,

I’ll feel the warmth with my bare, trusting feet.

For I know in that glow, love’s embers will burn,

And in my heart the cold, I’ll never yearn.

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