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The Narrow Gate
My memories collide with one another
congesting into
higgley-piggley log jams
in my mind
Complexity clutters my understanding
and confusions of cobwebs
cling to my bold
broken dreams
Creativity thickens and congeals
dwindling into small
fallow pools clotted with
frustration
Idols of old truths and securities
slam against a wall
of Thomas doubt and
Judas fear
Softly, a voice within warns me,
“Narrow gate ahead.
You must not be afraid
to let go.”
Now, in this present moment,
I must trust my inner Spirit
to transform even this
suffering
Her woman’s deep compassion
to turn my empty heart-
my desert- fertile with
her tears.
eon 1991