Ω The Gate

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The Gate

The Gates of Heaven are open you'll see,
It seems we’ve always been holding the Key.
Wait, be alert that lock is now open,
Using your eyes, drink Peace from life's potion.

The time of the wait, has brought on concern,
Persecuting self, not even in turn,
To damn yourself yet through the yarn.
Insulting to self; cruel to the Lamb.

The light is the same for you at The Gate,
Seeing inside a glow beyond great.
Is the glow of fineness yours now insured?
Invisible, surely at The Gate's Door.

Concerns not needed; now no more chores.
All worry receded at The Gate's Door,
Search for the Key, straight now for sure.
Your journey's success now written in rhyme,

All worries always finite in time.