The Garden Gate

Welcome, my friend, please enter through my gate!
For sun is off sleeping, and night is fine.
Your road may be long, but now it can wait.
My door is open and garden path straight.
Step out of the shadows. Pay them no mind!
Come, come, my friend, and enter through my gate!
The bread is broken, see, here is the plate.
I’ve set the table and brought out the wine.
Your road may be long, but now it can wait.
My fire is burning bright in the grate
And just for tonight, our heartbeats align.
So come in, my friend. Enter through my gate!
You are worn and weary. Put down your fate!
Rest easy here and share all that is mine,
For your road is long, but now it can wait.
Kick up your feet, for the hour is late.
My burden is easy, I think you’ll find.
Welcome, my friend, please enter through my gate.
Your road is yet long, but now it can wait.
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Liv is an urban monk, a poet, a painter, a birder, and a student of Christian Spirituality. She has been engaged in creative writing more or less consistently for two decades and was slightly startled, though far from displeased, to discover that poetry is her medium. When she’s not writing, Liv practices gardening, pipe-smoking, leather-working, and mischief. She has been published in Loft Books, The Blue Daisies Journal, The Way Back To Ourselves, and Vessels of Light. Peeks into her work can be found on Instagram and Twitter.

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