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HALT, WHO GOES THERE?
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There is a gate
Where we meet Eternity
Where hope, strength, peace and clarity can enter
The mighty city, teeming with life
That is you
We are all mighty cities, complex, active
Running day and night - the city that never stops
The city gate lets in the things we need to thrive
Unwanted visitors like compulsions and obsessions
Are escorted to the gate, sometimes kicking and screaming
The negative and unhealthy are trespassers in a kingdom
That is a gleaming city on a hill
Dynamic, efficient, vibrant - our bodily functions
Are monitored and watched for any troublemakers
We each have this Gate where Eternity meets
The Golden moment of Now
Feel where the breath enters and leaves your body
That place is the vital check point
Where goodness and mercy can be inhaled
Where frustration and sadness can be exhaled with a sigh
You are the gatekeeper; you decide what will pass through
Your inner guards escorting the unruly out
A City of Peace with Watchmen on the towers
And an Angel guarding the gates with the sword of justice.
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