Poem: The Gate
My home, beyond today waits patiently.
Heaven, is that place held in my eternity.
Though I seek, question where I go each night.
I need not to look beyond the flight of that intrepid flaming star .
Oceanic is that shoreless sea.
Truth is, I’m that drop,
found in this me.
Beguiled my moment at the door.
The dream of life of love, which comes before the fall.
It’s those secrets known to few, but known to thee.
The sun & moon
The cosmos, you & I
Mystery wrapped in awe, what exists behind that invisible door?
Ages of man march forward in sequent toil done.
Contend the knowledge that at the very end.
We shall meet our maker at the gate.
Then we shall leave.
Live this life, don’t wait.
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“The Gate” is a poem that explores themes of life, death, and the afterlife. The speaker begins by speaking of a heaven beyond today that awaits them, although they question where they go each night. They find comfort in the idea that we are a drop in a larger sea and that the journey of life, including both love and the inevitability of death, is just a temporary door to something greater.
The poem speaks of the secrets of life and the cosmos being known to few, but to the speaker and the reader as well. The poem suggests that through moments of laughter, love, and tears, we are able to experience the mystery and awe of life.
The poem ends with a reference to meeting one’s maker at the gate, suggesting that death is a transition to a greater understanding of life and the mysteries of the cosmos. The speaker encourages the reader not to wait, but to live this life fully.
Overall, “The Gate” is a poem that reflects on the transience of life and the mysteries of the afterlife. It offers a message of hope and encouragement to live life fully and appreciate the journey, despite the unknowns of what lies beyond.