Because it happened, certain gates were shut;
A door opened.
From
“The Parcel” by Robert Bly
Looking back at shut gates
accomplishes nothing.
You walked through the open
door, into new life,
laid a foundation, built,
tore down, rebuilt, a
process repeated
until the house was truly
yours.
Now dwell there, inhabit
it fully,
fill it with light and
joy. It is your home.
Who cares what others
think of it?
It fits you perfectly.
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