Thursday, October 6, 2011

The Gate Of Heaven

The starlight from eons net over us
as perfectly as the violets' breathing
over fallen leaves.

The particularities have 
become dark shapes
I walk by down the lane,

beneath the lambent aura
with no moon for company.
The breeze scarcely stirs

what is seen and unseen,
the edges of what is known
and what is unknown.

We only need to step out 
on any night 
to receive what is given:

deep light from deeper time,
a universe far younger 
than its years,

God unlatching
the gate of Himself;
the gate of heaven.

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