Gate to Eternity
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
This quote made me think of the poet John Gordon. Here is one of his poems –
‘At her Touch’
Across the ache of ages
Extends the Mother’s hand.
At her touch,
There breathes a rose-pink fume,
From every heart’s deep Kore.
At her touch,
Freed from childhood toils of woe,
We ride forth anew as heroes of the sun.
At her touch,
There flows from every mouth,
The healing water of the Word.
At her touch,
The Temple veil in twain is torn,
Revealing radiant the Christ within.
At her touch,
The hidden Magi of the West,
Foursquare cast their shepherd seed.
At her touch,
Each hand is sealed a servant of her Lord,
Each deed is a lovelaunched barque of balm.
At her touch,
Whitsun roses, pink and gold,
Cover o’er the silent black of Easter thorn.
Across the ache of ages
Extends the Mother’s hand.
From ‘Violets Unfold in my Throat’, by John Gordon 2007