The Portal

I decided to write a different kind of poem this Saturday, which is perhaps more mystical and existential than some of my others.

The Portal
 
Life is the kick inside, waves in the womb
A crystal note, a sounding bell at birth
Then slowly dying, until we reach the tomb
Ashes sprinkled high to fall on earth
 
Black and white is how the child sees out
And life teaches us varying shades of grey
But don't miss the heart, a rainbow shout
And floating on the wind, a different way
 
Remember the magic, and never give up
And remember the way to love so much
But love means sorrow, drink this cup
And a last supper, and a sunset touch
 
So much light, I pray, in darkened pew
And hear: Behold, I make all things new