Rise Up Ancient Doors
Rise Up Ancient Doors
Rise Up Ancient Doors
Mixed media/oil
16" x 20"
$480
The Ancient Doors
Beneath the weight of time they stand,
With carvings deep by weathered hand,
The ancient doors, so worn with age,
Guard tales of wisdom, lost to page.
With carvings deep by weathered hand,
The ancient doors, so worn with age,
Guard tales of wisdom, lost to page.
Each grain of wood and metal scar
Tells stories carried from afar—
Of kingdoms risen, castles grand,
Of whispered secrets, long unplanned.
Tells stories carried from afar—
Of kingdoms risen, castles grand,
Of whispered secrets, long unplanned.
They creak with echoes of the past,
A silent witness built to last,
Their hinges rusted, yet they hold
The weight of histories untold.
A silent witness built to last,
Their hinges rusted, yet they hold
The weight of histories untold.
In quiet shadows, they remain,
Protecting dreams that once did reign.
The flicker of a distant flame
Reminds us none can stay the same.
Protecting dreams that once did reign.
The flicker of a distant flame
Reminds us none can stay the same.
Yet still they stand, as silent guides,
Their mystery forever hides—
The keys to doors, now lost in lore,
But calling us to seek once more.
Their mystery forever hides—
The keys to doors, now lost in lore,
But calling us to seek once more.
The ancient doors, though old and worn,
Are bridges to what’s yet unborn,
For though the world may change its face,
Some doors still lead to timeless grace.
Are bridges to what’s yet unborn,
For though the world may change its face,
Some doors still lead to timeless grace.
