The Gate Behind
A Gate it was to Giver-Land,
Which we'd passed through, walked hand in hand;
Graced by Your strength, O heavenly Lord,
Drawn to Your light, led by Your Word.I had not seen it till we talked;
I showed her how through arch we'd walked;
Yes, gate it was, foundation firm,
But Grace out-shone the sun that burned.The pots of gold at rainbow’s ends,
“Asides” they were, remarked she then,
Compared to light of dawning Son,
And Giver-Land to which we'd come.Inversion flipped to outward flow,
Exploding outward blue-rays go;
Enabled by your rays of Grace
The dark pushed back from Giver-place.The filters formed by people – past
Rays’ outward flow passed through at last;
All red, and green, and blue the bow;
And red, the pots of gold o'er flow.But most of all – we walked, us two,
Brown road below, with yellow hue;
A creek beside, refreshing both;
Green field surround, of which we spoke.And best of all, at early start
All this pushed back the cancer's dark,
With other aspects of the black
No longer shaped to us attack.The sun, the moon, the stars, the grass,
Reprieve for me, and for my lass;
“One last adventure here for us”
Begun at last, with little fuss.Blue is the River, out through me;
Blue is the arch, each brick now seen;
Blue sky above, shades red and green;
Blue rays -- through me Your Grace is seen.
They outward flow at angles all around,
Admixed from you through archway's bases sound;
That lies ahead, reality to come –
The arch is sound, our walk, though two, is one.navigation