Regrets and Unopened Doors
Some REGRETS are like grains of sand .. others upon a mountain stand
The moment to change your mind has long-slipped through your hands
Decisions made in haste are destined to produce waste.
You believed the wrong things
Now your heart refuses to sing
Might your relationship have been saved?
If all the brokenness could had been unpaved
Did you .. the wrong message send?
When you might have helped a friend
Instead of work you chose play
Now your debts won’t go away
Did you choose .. the wrong spouse?
.. the wrong friends .. the wrong house
.. the wrong work .. the wrong blouse
You said the wrong things & much pain that did bring
You hurt someone’s heart & it’s tearing them apart
You yelled at a child when you could have smiled
You missed your plane & your children’s games
Along the road of life .. you drove too fast
And therefore, into walls you crashed
When your DREAMS fade away
REGRETS will have their way
A story told by The Buddha
“A young widower, who loved his five year old son very much, was away on business when bandits came and burned down the whole village and took his son away. When the man returned, he saw the ruins and panicked. He took the burnt corpse of an infant to be his son and cried uncontrollably. He organized a cremation ceremony, collected the ashes and put them in a beautiful little bag which he always kept with him.
Soon afterwards, his real son escaped from the bandits and found his way home. He arrived at his father’s new cottage at midnight and knocked at the door. The father, still grieving, asked: “Who is it?” The child answered, “It is me, papa, open the door!” But in his agitated state of mind, convinced his son was dead, the father thought that some young boy was making fun of him. He shouted: “Go away” and continued to cry. After some time, the child left. The father and son never saw each other again.”
After this story, the Buddha said:
If you cling to an idea as the unalterable truth,
then when the truth does come in person
and knocks on your door, you will not be able
to open the door and accept it. - “ The Buddha
“There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what is not true.
The other is to refuse to believe what is true.” Soren Kierkegaard
The Buddha took me to another door that involved Truth.
Many years ago, I bought in an antique shop a small painting by Holman Hunt. It is of Christ standing in front of a door.
“Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him” - Revelation 3
Picture in your mind ..
Jesus, the Light of the World, stands at a door, which is overgrown with ivy and weeds: this represents a life overwhelmed. Busy. Distracted. Stressed.
The door clearly represents the door of someone’s life. Jesus is standing at the door and knocking. He is awaiting a response.
He wants to come in and be part of that person’s life. Be part of your life.
What is noteworthy in this painting is that there is no handle on the door. The person inside must choose to open the door .. choose to invite Him in. Into their life .. into their heart.
What a painful regret to come to the realization that Truth came knocking but you did not answer the door.
Christ is used to being rejected .. being ignored .. being denied. But still, He knocks.
Some “regrets” can be mended .. while others have eternal consequences.
“Has this world been so kind to you that you should leave with regret? There are better things ahead than any we leave behind.” - C.S. Lewis
“There is a vast difference between what you long for .. what you settle for .. and what you are meant for.” - unknown
In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take, the relationships we were afraid to have & the decisions we waited too long to make.” - Lewis Carroll
“There’s not a day goes by I don’t feel regret. Not because I’m in here, or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then: a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can’t. That kid’s long gone and this old man is all that’s left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It’s just a bullshit word. So you can go and stamp your form, Sonny, and stop wasting my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don’t give a shit.” - Red in Shawshank Redemption
What causes REGRET
.. A dull-spirit
.. A hard-heart
.. Willful ignorance
.. Spiritual blindness
.. A closed “obstinately shut mind”
I keep fighting voices in my mind that say I'm not enough
Every single lie that tells me I will never measure up
Am I more than just the sum of every high and every low
Remind me once again just who I am because I need to know
You say I am loved when I can't feel a thing
You say I am strong when I think I am weak
And you say I am held when I am falling short
And when I don't belong, oh You say I am Yours
And I believe
What You say of me
The only thing that matters now is everything You think of me
In You I find my worth, in You I find my identity
Taking all I have, and now I'm laying it at Your feet
You have every failure, God, You have every victory
What You say of me .. I believe
March 26th 2021
This post is to the honor of Alan Geller - and his "Project X experiment" .. Subject: Regret
This is my “in the Light” reflection to Alan’s invitation to “share an interlude” .. offer a "different perspective."
Respond to the: "AFTER DARK is a state of mind; where we investigate and exhibit different perspectives"
“In the Light” is also a “state of mind”
Lauren Daigle - album "Look up child"
"Closed-eyes & Hard-hearts"
According to Hunt:
"I painted the picture with what I thought, unworthy though I was, to be divine command, and not simply a good subject." The door in the painting has no handle, and can therefore be opened only from the inside, representing "the obstinately shut mind".
Regrets .. mistakes & missed opportunities
"In His Light" .. I write
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