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The Gatekeeper’s Love

ROCK continues to narrate before, NOW and onward.

When the door opened Love ushered us in; outside we left the weights of REALSTUFFbyREALMe. An immediate resurrection of man and wife. We greet with our eyes and embrace and feel the Gatekeeper’s steadfast grace of steel.

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Were we once a humble pair splitting wood in the frosty air? Could I have worn the apron with many pockets, dorned our love around my neck in a tiny locket? Could you have lit the lamps around these grounds, secured the doors and made dutiful rounds? Was I boiling coffee on the woodstove and mending your clothes, warming your supper with my lips painted rose? Did we sit at this table and you take my hand, give me a kiss and an engagment band? Were we lovers who lied in this feathered bed, content with simplicity of the life we led? Did we transcend through time to resow our love, have we risen again or come from above? Endlessly you’ve taken my love, my heart and fears, you’ve kept me safe and dried my tears. The fire will burn for eternity, for you are my Gatekeeper and hold our key. Each time we visit this calm, safe place the door to our love is reopened with grace.

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