I am a gate, I swing
this way and that, inviting
you to step into my dance,
leading with the song
you have heard before:
creak and sigh of hungry
humanity herded like sheep
by fear and faith by turns.

I turn upon my hinges,
beckoning. Will you
pour oil upon the nails
that pin them to the wood,
take hold the crossbar,
follow me through and through?

John 10:7-10: So again Jesus said to them, “Very truly, I tell you, I am the gate for the sheep. All who came before me are thieves and bandits; but the sheep did not listen to them. I am the gate. Whoever enters by me will be saved, and will come in and go out and find pasture. The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.”