I stand before a simple gate,
Hoping it is not too late
To be summoned in to see
The answer to my mystery.
What power lies beyond those beams?
What images will haunt my dreams?
What truth too great for mortal men
Is housed within that stone-walled den?
I hope it will renew my mind,
Touch my heart with gestures kind,
Soothe my soul where it still aches,
Calm my hand when it still shakes,
Satisfy my deepest need,
Help me see, inform my creed;
Find my place in life and death,
Put the right words on my last breath.
The bolt unlocks, the panel swings,
My soul begins to spread its wings.
Filled with joy, my eyes behold
A baby wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Love that last image and all the possibilities it represents. =)
Thank you, I wasn’t sure where I was going to go with the poem when I wrote the first verse, then it came to life on its own 🙂