Just a pinprick, oh so slight.
glinting with eternal might,
shines forth 'midst the dark of night
to place a path, true and right.
Plant your feet so firm alight,
sped forth with the speed of light.
Faintly lighted single path,
meandering through shadow
untrodden by feet of flesh,
and very seldom traveled
twists bellow unseen for sight,
by darkness lies unraveled
here outside a gate of gold,
for battle hosts are gathered.
'pon the wall a golden gate
stemming past the tide of hate.
Through the eons, it just waits.
Never has it shut too late.
Built from purple pulsing bricks,
'pon which darkness cannot stick
though as oil 'gainst it slicks.
Head and shoulder above me,
rose gilt gate so filigreed.
From the nothing finely freed,
now with light, something to see!
A vine doth climb around the rim
with a palm inscribed within:
the gate that has always been.
