Gates

through the gates we slowly go

savoring the moment, expecting the birth

of life everlasting, we walk to the portico

the imaginings have come true after great effort

in through the doors of dark oak and glass

taking a deep breath as each moment passes

it seems that the room opens up to the sky

the color of green grass, the carpet like sand,

comfort established as smiles we greet

warm hugs surround us with each one we meet

sculpted shrubbery perfects every view

and everywhere is a window to let in the light

a cozy fireplace with a double-sided flue

completes the openness as arches abound

to call it home is a gift from far above

such a place endures with God’s gift of love