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At Hell's Gate
Darkness surrounds me as I'm lured deeper into these murky woods.
The promise of understanding and completeness is at the end of this path.
I am walking with my back to the sun, searching for its truth in the moon.
Deeper along this overgrown trail with my heart lying open for the taking,
I dare not look back into the light behind me, it is waiting for my return.
At the end of the path is the mouth of an old cave I have found, I'm now at Hell's gate.
The locks fly off, the gates swing open.
Inviting angels beckon me into the deep.
Wisdom's treasure chest I see before me,
Overflowing with the riches of knowledge.
I am peering into the cave knowing full well the destiny if I fully cross over the threshold.
Many promises fall out of the mouths of these beautiful angels of the security here.
Untouched by the evils of religious zealots, nor reached by those that wish to damn me,
Protected from all those that persecute me by the one most persecuted by this life.
Brightness now glows, the beauty of this inner sanctuary, gold and pearl, silver and topaz.
I look inside this cavern, memorized by the riches, the power, the lust, I'm now at Hell's gate.
The locks fly off, the gates swing open.
Inviting angels beckon me into the deep.
Wisdom's treasure chest I see before me,
Overflowing with the riches of knowledge.
Once again I'm tempted to turn to see the loving care of my Father's arms reaching out to me,
But the pain inflicted by my brothers and sisters makes me what to disown them all.
I almost ran down this path to escape the destiny intertwined with those that judge me;
Condemnations coals are searing my soul, the Angel of the Light offers cool water.
My foot lifts to walk inside the opened gates, yet somehow, for some reason, I cannot move.
I'm torn between the two worlds, wanting to run home, yet desiring entrance at Hell's gate.
The locks fly off, the gates swing open.
Inviting angels beckon me into the deep.
Wisdom's treasure chest I see before me,
Overflowing with the riches of knowledge.
I am standing straddling the threshold of the caves entrance being beckoned inside.
Caring folks pass by offering a glass of cool water to just come away from that orifice.
Brothers and sisters I've never met touch my heart with hope, their offer is pure,
But I know that the destruction will come, their power to crush my spirit is sure.
Each has their own shard of light from the one true God in their adorned box,
But I now notice something I had not before, as I look at each of their boxes.
I am searching deep within my soul for the price of my life as I stand at Hell's gate.
The locks fly off, the gates swing open.
Inviting angels beckon me into the deep.
Wisdom's treasure chest I see before me,
Overflowing with the riches of knowledge.
I look at these wanderers that came my way to draw me back home to their side of the sun.
Each with their beautifully decorated box, each so different. I ask what is the truth?
I then see the common thread, as each of these boxes are tied the same plain ribbon;
It is tattered, faded, and blood stained, nothing that would appeal to the masses of mankind.
The draw on my heart is unmistakable by this ribbon of no circumstance or worldly beauty.
I bow my head and begin to walk away from the lure of being at Hell's gate.
The lock clicks closed after the gates swing shut.
The angels revile me as I now see their darkness.
Wisdom's chest is shut once again,
Taunting me with its knowledge.
6Mch08
The life of a runner...
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