13th of May 2020

Today’s poem is by Miroslav Holub from 'Tools of the Trade' and has been chosen by Associate Chaplain, Ali Newell.

The poem expresses the value of opening ourselves in small ways  to each other and  the world in this difficult time. 

 

The Door       by Miroslav Holub translated by Ian Milner 

Photo of a gate with trees and white flowers hanging over the gate. Through the open gate there is a yard, trees and bushes and beyond there is water in the distance

Go and open the door.

Maybe outside there’s

a tree, or a wood,

a garden,

or a magic city.

 

Go and open the door.

Maybe a dog’s rummaging.

Maybe you’ll see a face,

or an eye,

or the picture

of a picture.

 

Go and open the door.

If there’s a fog

it will clear.

 

Go and open the door.

Even if there’s only

the darkness ticking,

even if there’s only

the hollow wind,

even if

nothing

is there,

go and open the door.

 

At least

there’ll be

a draught.

 

From 'Tools of the Trade’ - Poems for  New Doctors edited by Dr Lesley Morrison, Dr John Gillies and Rev Ali Newell

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