The Gatekeeper
You're a curious one.
The same thing that enables us to even live
also makes our blood run cold.
We see you with a heart of stone
and we fear the things we cannot grasp.
A concept of end with no hope of beginning again.
Yet the rest of life accepts you.
The trees fall before you.
The rose will grow long after it knows
that one day, it will wither.
The elderly beast will lay aside,
close it's eyes,
accept the end as part of life.
But we tremble at your very mention,
do all we must to avoid your pressence.
Is this truly the price of intellegence?
In which case, I'd rather be savage.
It's better than a life of fear.
So embrace I shall this bittersweet truth
and keep in mind, I have purpose
even after you've claimed my vessel
and returned me to the earth and sky.
And maybe someday I'll again know life.
No more tears
no more fear.
Just love and understanding
of the job that must be done.
You're such a curious one,
and I will greet you like a curious child,
with an open heart and question.
Show me the true path of life,
my guide and my gatekeeper.
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