Thursday, June 30, 2011

If You Knock the Door Will Open

There’s a lot of ways a person can look at a door.  Sometimes we can look at it like a bared way that we can never pass.  Sometimes we can walk right by and ever wonder what lies behind it.  Ireland had a lot to see but we didn’t enter in the door of many of the places we saw.  Some places were actually a ruin but were still closed to the public.  The times I treasured most were the ones that found us actually entering into a door to find what was beyond.  Bars and gates can only hold you back if you don’t realize where the open door lies.  Locks can only intimidate when you don’t have a key.  Historically these walls served to protect  and provide shelter to its residentsbut I felt no intimidation from these walls because in this era it was simply a relic of times past that couldn’t restrict me or hold me in.  Now it was a place we could wander freely and even have some fun.  I found myself drawn to the windows in this place and the freedom that lay beyond.  I’m sure that back in the day this place was a tremendous strongholdbut now most walls were showing their age and the windows were no longer bared.  There were no hidden bowmen or boiling oil awaiting the charge of an army full of knights.  The way is open and clear.  Its amazing how simply turning around you can see how dark and foreboding this place can appearyet all you have to do is turn around and you can see how easy it is to escape.  Outside there was no shadow of turning and the rare sunlight was shinning brightly.  Now the ramparts lie still and quiet.  Beyond lies the green grass and freedom.  I hear the echoes of a deep spiritual meaning here and I hear the whisper of God’s voice beckoning to take His hand and depart the walls of frustration.  The place where my faith has struggled like a tiny plant in a cold grey wallis now a place that I am free to leave.  Now hope springs up eternaland it’s time to come up again yet higher. 

11 comments:

  1. Joe, thanks for the tour through the doors windows of past history and whisper's of wind as we listen to the tales of long ago. Very interesting read...

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  2. This was beautifully written to compliment the photos. Good job Joe!

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  3. Excellent message, Joe and the photos were great, as well.

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  4. Joe this was truly a wonderful blog I loved it. I love how the photos brought your words out. I can tell you spent more time contemplating them and the hidden stories behind them. I often let my photos just bring the story out without even having a clue what to say. Your angles are always so special. It was fun to read this blog. May we all reach the top one day in climb. Have a wonder 4th July. Hugs Carrie

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  5. Imagine! As by a human nature would like to open the door? I guess some of the doors were too old to be open with the keys?
    They are lucky to don't have the tornado?
    It is an interest in an old building that what they looks like in side LOL!
    I enjoy watching the tennis at Wimbledon and my gardening the pruning times:-)
    Have a great weekend.

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  6. I loved Ireland as well, so different from life here in New Zealand.. There must be a load of stories behind those doors, Now if they could only talk...

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  7. What a wonderful post. The sights and insights through your vision are a treasure. Thank you so for sharing.

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    (¸.•´ (¸.•` ¤ I don't think that you could have said this any better and the photos only enhance your entry as they sure do go so well with what you have written.
    Yes, there is something special about finding beauty in places that we don't expect it. That is why I love looking at rust and decay, peeling paint, and old buildings. They were once new and beautiful. Why do they have to stop being beautiful when they get old? They don't.
    Thank you for the brief tour.... I appreciate our walks!

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    (¸.•´ (¸.•` ¤ We all have our own reasons to celebrate... so let's do just that, and celebrate all we have because of where we live, in either of the two greatest countries there are!

    If you celebrate the Fourth of July - Happy Independence Day. If you celebrate July 1st - Happy CANADA Day!
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    The love of one's country is a splendid thing.

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  10. wow.. your words hold much meaning here Joe.. now I can see why so many are touched by what you say..God really has blessed you.. and you touch so many hearts and souls.. He did pick a good son for sure.. "smile".. ever so thankful He placed you in a place where we could met.. you really do give balm to ones soul dear friend..

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  11. Joe your photos and words sure take me right there. I can almost feel that little plant on the rock and its beauty . How strong that must to be grow . Each photo tells a story . I love the old lock.
    Wonderful blog with your words.

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