Again At the Gate…
I stand here once again,
Just outside the reach of that threshold,
That beckons with a living promise of
Release and relief.
It stands eight feet tall, six foot wide.
Rust and jade vines intertwine its posts
And the opening glimmers with a
Quicksilver gleam of hope.
I feel so powerless beside it.
So small. So weak.
My skin glows gold in the reflected light
From the other side.
As I watch the luminous gate,
A progression of nameless ones step through;
Making ripples in the shimmering
Pane of otherness within.
I feel the eddies and currents of
Time and Life flow past me through its
Binding blood and bone to their final fate.
The weaves of spirit and air
Pulse with what feels like a fain heartbeat.
The living essence of all who will eventually come
To this final portal in life.
And still I stand in its weaves,
Feeling them crawl across my skin
With their thrumming demand,
And weep at my inability to reach the other side….