The Green Door

Weathered Walls, Rust and Resilience series #3

Jun 21, 2025

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This green door was something we’d never seen before.
It showed up out of the blue at our front door
Coming across a shore from afar it traveled, it was a mystery we tried to unravel.

We first discovered it online, lonely and waiting. 
How it got here in Japan is the mystery.
We live with mystery and welcome this green door to our home.

Arriving at our home 
This door weathered and worn.
We are weathered and worn.

Finding a place for it we did not know.
We live in the unknown, we give time, time
Before it is shown.

Carrying it to the second floor
Heavy is the weight, we barely made it
Nearly dropping it not once but twice.

Another scrape or ding, that’s okay
Dropped many times in our lives
Look how we turned out

Perhaps it’s a door for our bathroom we’ve created on the 2nd floor
No, this weathered and worn green door is a work of art
It’s meant to be seen that’s for sure. 

My wife with a flair for design
Knew where it had to go to shine
A single light, double so bright we knew it was right.

For her, a work of art
I agree as a start
It’s more to me than that

This green door found a home
Where it doesn’t belong
And yet there it is singing its song