knocking out a ring
on the solid
oaken
Door
the gateway
through Love
of salvation
into the World
calling out a prayer
to the sun light
saturating
drenching
the limbs
of the naked garden
in dew
leaving behind us
the sword-sharpened
quill
and the doctrines
and the follies
and the quarrels
and the slain
through the gate
the radiance holds us
cuts our forms against the sky
and holds our hearts fast
fastness
in its limitless embrace
through the gate
born into faith
the children circle up the hill
the faith that needs no idols
the faith that bears no names
salvation is
an invitation
to the beggars
and the scattered dogs
to rise like a candle lamp
into the heavens
aflame
to rise like a sun-bird
and rest
and rest
in motion
to rest and rest in motion
in the light that casts no shadows.
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