The old gate stood, slump'd and open,
Paint-faded and now frail,
The latch had many years since broken,
Inviting the well-worn trail;
The night held fast against the gate,
Pretending it would stay,
Cherish'd end would not await,
If night could have its way;
Inside the gate--a garden grew,
Adorn'd in rays of light,
Splash'd color in of every hue,
As the sun push'd out the night;
A gentle wind, its breath did call,
This gate into the sun,
And the gate that stood so close to all,
Did share it with the One.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
The old gate stood, slump'd and open,
Paint-faded and now frail,
The latch had many years since broken,
Inviting the well-worn trail;
The night held fast against the gate,
Pretending it would stay,
Cherish'd end would not await,
If night could have its way;
Inside the gate--a garden grew,
Adorn'd in rays of light,
Splash'd color in of every hue,
As the sun push'd out the night;
A gentle wind, its breath did call,
This gate into the sun,
And the gate that stood so close to all,
Did share it with the One.