THE GATE
I reach the gate, I open it and go
Inside, and then I close it after me,
As simple as that, The whole process is slow
And measured. I have reached eternity.
The gate swings on its hinges without sound
And closes quietly as I pass through
I find myself still on familiar ground,
I am surprised to find my fears are few,
If any; with the sun a bit more bright,
The pasture greener than whence I had come,
The sky more blue, the fleecy clouds more white,
And that is all; It is the total sum
Of any difference from here and there:
And I hear song and laughter everywhere.
(Published in the Saturday Evening Post)
THE GATE
I reach the gate, I open it and go
Inside, and then I close it after me,
As simple as that, The whole process is slow
And measured. I have reached eternity.
The gate swings on its hinges without sound
And closes quietly as I pass through
I find myself still on familiar ground,
I am surprised to find my fears are few,
If any; with the sun a bit more bright,
The pasture greener than whence I had come,
The sky more blue, the fleecy clouds more white,
And that is all; It is the total sum
Of any difference from here and there:
And I hear song and laughter everywhere.
(Published in the Saturday Evening Post)
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