The Gate

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Of a way known by many as too narrow, too close

Of a way, some say, best left unexplored

For it is too demanding

And freeing

And wild

See there, the hedgerow broken

Interrupted by that hanging door

The Gate

Unobserved by many

Tried by some

Entered by few

That Gate

Rough-hewn and weathered

Swings wide to the gentlest touch

Speaks welcome and sorrow

Discovery and loss

This Seeker

Passed through there

To find a world beyond

Made small by description

A world demanding

And freeing

Untamed

This Broken One

Pushing past that rough and wooded arch

Found light beyond

A different path beyond

Beyond that Humble Gate

Waits Ever After Life

A demand for change

And offer of freedom

An invitation to wildness

A Gate of quiet Promise

A Way to fiery devotion

A welcoming Wholeness and Holiness

Enter now

Through that worn door

Find your soul

Find a new and living Freedom

Find the One

Who, for just such a hope

Fashioned Lost

And Found

Alike

This Seeker

Passed through there

To find a world beyond

Made small by description

A world demanding

And freeing

And wild