Gate

Deep in the woods I found something..

A gate.

A red gate.

There is no fence..

Just an old rusty gate hanging on two post.

And I feel something when I look at it..

I wonder who put it up and how long ago..

there is nothing to keep in or out now.

Jesus called himself a gate..

for sheep.. for all humans.

But this gate is closed and locked for nothing at all..

Just there, forgotten and lonely.

wkm

Oxford MS