The Gates

The Gates

Sky-bound Sun roamed in and out,
Playing hide and seek in cloud-scarved blue.
In the Park her laughing children lined
Paths inside the steel-bound view.

Crosses grown into completion,
Draped in daffodil-sunset surprise:
Speak to us in just one language,
Sing our truths and silence lies.

When the people came together,
Eyes drawn upward, squared-off, just one hue,
Just one shape sufficient for the many--
We were walking, we were moving, we were going
Through.

The Gates by Judy Schilling




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