Of Gates and God

The sun climbs high into the sky

The Unknown does not offer

A greater glimpse to he who trusts

Than to the brazen scoffer

Our fingers rest upon a staff

All we can do is follow

And trust the One who forms and fills

The Unknown's hidden hollow

© Janet Martin

This morning I had a sensation of lifting a latch to open a gate

I cannot predict the twists and turns of life that lie in wait

But all I know is He who goes before me knows the way

I bow my head and beg for trust before I touch this day.