The Gate

Into security, out into freedom,
Open for all who pass under its arch,
Jagged leftovers hanging down
Like the portcullis
Excluding the unwanted. 
 
But here they're welcome 
Hosted in the b-'n-b 
At half another price
With tin can collection,
Saying something for the poor,
 
As the choir sings loftily,
Hymns sanctioning fair play 
In time to a rhythm
That echoes across the aisle
Through depths of darkness.
 
Misguided, but guiding 
Beyond what's known;
Irreverently ignoring the irrelevant,
Pursuing their own truth
So switch off the light. 
 
During the Art Retreat,
Launceston Castle and St Mary Magdalene Church
 
March 2024