Winter Garden Gate
The gate sits silent for many seasons ,
Winter for one among other reasons .
Through time it waits in utter quiet ,
It's seldom noticed as few pass by it .
With sun and rain and overgrowth ,
Wind or snow but mostly both .
When will eager hands swing open the gate ,
as squeaky , rusty hinges reverberate ?
How long before the sleeping hear that sound ,
and find themselves standing upon the mound ?
Be patient and wait and do not wonder ,
Do not wake them before the hooves of thunder .
Let the earth cool before the gate's undone ,
There's no point in rising before the battle's won .
The keys are in his hand for safekeeping ,
No need for despair or endless weeping .
On the day that you feel you can no longer wait ,
He will open the Winter Garden Gate .
Dale Robert Hopstetter