Gate of Silent Wishes
Written: June 27, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "Before you speak, let your words pass through three gates. Is it true? Is it necessary? Is it kind?" By Rumi.
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It swings, not with rust, but a ghostly dance,
a silence that trails each gossamer stance.
The gateway asks nothing, but still it provides,
“Are you willing to leave something besides?”
Along a path strewn with thorn and primrose,
The hum of unseen bees in solemn rows.
And trees with arms wide enough to clasp,
any grief your godforsaken heart may grasp.
You don’t cognize what lies in the grave,
Only a wall shines—as a duplicate stave.
You weren’t prepared to inquire—
grief-stricken and spent, past all desire.
Then softly, behind the gate, will lean,
with the subtle grace of a silver screen.
This soliloquy was told, times before,
but grants each soul one sail to score.
Intrigued, hesitant, and eager, clear field,
still, my vision was pulled to a bald shield.
Groaning past the gate proved to be fate.
Should I enter through a stranger's gate?
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