Friday, September 5, 2008

Neilah- Seeking the Gates


Gates stand, thresholds to sacred places.

Passageways.
Your soul longs to enter the gates.



Would I know them if I passed them by?

Will they be made of gray stones wizened with age or
of stones of gold
washed warm by the sun?
Perhaps they stand strewn with roses and open to the air or
completely
overgrown with ivy?
Will the gates be locked by wooden door, keyhole crusted with rust,
key hidden in an ancient unknown place?

Will they be guarded by angels with flaming swords or
beings blowing silver trumpets?

Or will overgrown bushes cover them altogether and I'll pass them by,
the gates remaining unseen?
Must I storm them seasoned by years of questing,
or will they swing wide open only by

a slight touch of an innocents fingertips or rustling longing of soul?


Need I proof of travel, a secret password, or
will someone wait for me to come, on the lookout, and call my name
beckoning me to enter just as I pass by?

Is there only one entry and will it look the same to all?
Do entries change from year to year, last year's closed to me now?
Will they reveal themselves to me only when I stop looking or
will they appear mirage-like from the distance?

Will I meander through, saunter in as if by mistake?
Will I miss them entirely by my rushing before the night's tides shift?
Will angels sing to me, throwing me a key, a hand guide me, clasping mine,
and
at the last minute, draw me safely to harbor?

I stop at the well, unveiled to Hagar, where Abraham strove,
and Jacob lifted rock,
which followed Miriam,
looking for clues to gates and mysteries.

I rest, looking down into the waters, perchance to catch a glimpse
of a gates reflection in its depths.
Nothing is where I think it is.
Every time I seek, what I find is in another spot.

In letting go I find my way is lit by stars of fire and chariots carry me up
to gardens
scented with apples and guarded by gates
which are opened by doves.

The night is being drawn closed like a curtain.

So open wide the gates, and let the light shine on my path,
that I might find my way,
that I might my way find.

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