The Place was like emerging
from the mist of Time,
from the depths of silence…
from the heart of God.
The Gate was looking at the woman
like she was a human being,
though it was a gate only.
“Come, sister. Come!"
The guards will not let you in
as you do not reside here.
Come a little later!”
The gate spoke to her with love,
brotherly love,
for the Gate knew why she found herself there at this early hour.
That she was there to clean,
but with no intention or a wish
to signalize a cleansing of a Land,
though that indeed occurs.
She did so because our Child feels sorry
when in sight of rubbish,
and rejoices when in sight of beauties.
That was the only reason.
There was no other reason.
She loved our Child…
She loved the Child with all her heart.
She still does.
She thought how nice it would be
to pass through that Gate before dawn
and find herself there too,
when the people wake up a God with mellow singing,
rise Him from His sound sleep,
and sweetly start the day,
with serenades celestial and chants
outside people’s homes.
She left after some time,
and the Gate spoke
-”Write a story. With Love as the queen,
and as the background performers and the walk-ons,
all the other things.
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