At God’s Gate

Here I stand at Gods gates, his cradle of wrought iron bars.

Here, I lean expecting cold metal, yet my balance is lost, my hold falters with lost senses.

I fall face to the ground, the shock reverberating up my spine and my head explodes with realisation.

My thoughts, expectations and doubts, caused this fall from grace.

How was I so confused?

Consumed?

Doomed?

Here, is an emptiness of promises. Here, I pick myself up, cradle me in the nook of my arm, and rock myself to sleep.

Here in this limbo, this grey landscape, Here in my mind.

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*Photograph by Jonker Fourie

*Words by Kathleen Flanagan

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