THE GATE
No one compels you, traveller;
this road or that road, make your choice!
Dust or mud, heat or cold,
fellowship or solitude,
foul weather or a fairer sky,
the choice is yours as you go by!
But here if you would take this path
there is a gate whose latch is love,
whose key is single and which swings
upon the hinge of faithfulness,
and none can mock, who seeks this way
the king we worship shamelessly.
If you would enter, traveller,
Into this city fair and wide,
it is forever and you leave
all trappings of the self outside.
Jane Tyson Clement (1931 ~ 1991)
