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Temple Gates

Shining moon
Making its nightly rounds
Climbs to the heavens
On an ever new course

Outside the temple
Far beyond the many gates
The waters are blue, still and deep
Behold the reflection of the divine

One by one
The thunder of silence
Invites the bells to sound
The outer temple gates I seal

The sacred lamp is ablaze
At the high alter I am welcome
As though I never left it calls me
The soul song of the ever-open Higher Gate


Copyright © 2004 William A. York.
All rights reserved.

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