Hodors’ of Red Door
Day 5 prompt: red door #scbwiwestchallege #writeeveryday
The angel of death, the virus has knocked on the door of our world, creeping up in a menacing way, spreading its darkness, its evil, its hooded face sucking out all life like a Dementor, its clawed fingers trying to strangle all hope, all desires, all dreams of a wee bright summer.
The bustling streets are empty, the parks devoid of the screeching of swings and the chatter of the children, the aroma of roasted coffee beans in coffee shops no longer wafting through its doors.. the movie theaters uncannily vacant, the popcorn machine no longer popping out flavors of salt, cheese, and caramel; the exuberant malls with their flashy sales, not able to allure teenagers, youngsters and adults alike.
In the Old Testament, the Hebrew children were instructed to rub blood on their doorposts, so that the angel of death would pass over their home. A home with red on the door was symbolized to be protected. Now this is the Biblical representation of red door for protection against Satan.
The guardian angels in white coats and stethoscopes are our red door. Covered in the stale sweat of PPE, taking upon themselves the wrath of the angel of death, yet giving the world a ray of hope, protecting the world, enabling them enjoy the luxuries of the coziness of their soft beds and hot meals.
But apart from our front line warriors; the inner spirit of each individual is a red door to his mind and soul.. the zeal, the unshaken, brazen spirit, the ever glowing light in your heart and mind, casting a protection against the virus taking over your psyche, saving it from being plunged into the well of anxiety and depression.
Let’s not allow the Patronus of your mind to be overpowered by the Dementors of the present. Let’s be the Hodors’ of our red door.
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