Every now and then, feeling along the wall,
one of us comes to a corner and discovers
another wall, feels along that wall,
comes to a door, opens it, and is confronted
by a much larger, brighter space
where he finds that he can see. The rest of us
see the light on him. When he steps outside,
we wonder where he has gone.
Now by the light shining through
the empty doorway we find our way as well.
Others have gone through the door for us.
Each of us goes through the door for others.
—Polly Berrien Berends, Coming to Life
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The Whole World Wakes Up a Little 3.5 x 5.5" postcard; acrylic, ink, and collage on cardstock abstract 2020 |