The Gate

The Gate

Alas, and did my heart and soul despair,

As I gazed at the years behind me at which I stared.

A glimpse, an inkling of what was shared time and again,

Now stands before me as my eyesight grow dim.

I squint to see them, those who’ve gone on,

From this place of sorrow with its melodious song.

Many were musicians, artists, and some coal miners,

Who’s passed into their rest one that’s much finer.

I still hear their voices even now resound,

Of the grace that found them, a faith that abounds.

The melodies I hear are not of this world’s making,

But now linger within me their love not forsaking.

They tell me of the place where they now stand,

Is only a small part of a far greater master plan.

There wasn’t anything that I could’ve done,

They encourage my spirit to move forward,

Pass through the gate that I see before me,

And finish my life’s journey filling it with memories.