Gates

The gates of heaven open,
Skies like the ocean,
Sun striking the land
Like a lightning bolt,
The desolate grasses electrified,
Trees small as pinecones
Under the expansive promise of
What’s to come,
Another way of life,
Another place to rest our hopes upon,
A dream beyond the perimeters
Of lake and mountain,
Ever-reaching
To some great unknown,
A path into the soul.