Respectful Restriction
Gates open and close,
Allow entrance and exit,
But they also lock.
Sometimes there is no going
Through barriers facing us.
Neighborly fences
Can save us torturous pain,
Where parties respect
Limits that secure freedom
And borders are not breached.
The gates of morning
Let in the nourishing sun
Lighting life each day,
Night swift falls, portcullis like,
Calling us to wangle sleep.
We live between gates
Though we believe we are free,
The beginning, birth,
The conclusion, death, and yet:
Eternal resurrection.
In this beautiful
Time we spend between the gates
We should live – alive,
We should be real, with the gates
Of experience thrown wide.
We are who we are
And we can create our lives,
Miracles abide,
Even in the dark, some gates
Guide us to places we belong.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Sometimes people wonder about inspiration. I took the photo this afternoon. I picked it randomly from a selection of several. Afterward, I determined to write a “GATE” poem. You just roll how you roll.
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