The
Gate at the Crossroad…
My path brought me to a
crossroad
It split into various
directions
Through Gates made in
iron or stone and highly decorative
In the distance behind
them I hear voices
They called me
They beckoned me
In beautiful luring
tones
And yet with an
emptiness
Desirable yet
insufficient
But while in my
contemplation
I heard a quiet click
from behind
I turned and saw a
little gate
Small, simple and
unfastened
Hidden in the shadows of
the others
I feel drawn to it
With a push of my hand I
began to open
And while I did so I was
overcome
The voices beyond pierced
my heart
As they are carried to
me through the gentle breeze
A quiet peace filled my
soul
I looked and beheld the
Shepherd greeting me
And wondered how I
didn’t see Him before
I entered and as I
journeyed on
I felt him close
watching and smiling
In my tears of overwhelming
joy
A sudden realization
came upon me
What did those other
gates miss?
They had no Shepherd
Commentary:
I confess I'm not sure how this poem came about. It's not based on any story or any train of thought I've had, so it must have been one of my challenge writings: ones that I sit down and try to write just for the sake of writing one. I like to do those for a while, but they are not easy to write, particularly when I am going through a time when I experience writer's block, which I recently realized was happening because of outside stress. It's not a favorite, but I still like to share these, because oddly enough even though it doesn't feel good enough to me other people still seem to find something inspirational from them. I say it doesn't feel good enough, because a lot of times what I feel and want to express doesn't always translate into words, and when I review the poem, it seems insufficient to my train of thought and/or feeling. I'm happy that people still enjoy them though.
