Poem: The Mystery of Gates

The Mystery of Gates

You stand at the gate, nearly heartshaped,
the walls around it stone and high,
the wood planks thick and aged,
ringed with hardware from another age,
and wonder....

Is it there to keep you out,
to protect some perfect soul
from your infidel's imperfection,
to prevent ruin and chaos
from entering the holy ground;

or to hold something else,
something dark and sinister,
secret and devouring,
in?

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The picture is of the Kali Temple Gate, in of all places, Disney World's Animal Kingdom. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom