The Gates of Heaven. . . .

 

When I Crashed The Gates. . .

You ask. . . .
 How do you go to your knees
and with tears bend
and lift your head and
to whom or to what?

I say. . . .
To a loving, wholly, holy
Spirit that supports me
with an embrace I know. . . .

You say. . . .
A verb cannot do that. . .
rolling thunder cannot,
only. . . .

I say. . .
Only a heart
that knows mine and
what I say in answer
to what I hear and know. . .

and continue. . .
only in obeisance
to what we both want
for beloveds, for Beings
throughout all life. . . .

You say. . .
 how do you get to that place?

I say. . . .
I worked to remember
from where I came
and what I knew. . . .
It has taken my life
and the cost has been dear. . . .

You ask. . . .
Was it worth it?

I say
I am here to write this.
They rescued me when I crashed the gates.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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