Gate

In my soul is a gate
I cross every morning,
Mindful of the great
Bright dawn daily rising.

I cross every morning,
The threshold of my soul –
Bright dawn daily rising
Of His constant presence.

The threshold of my soul –
Ambiguous border
Of His constant presence –
Receptacle of Grace.

Ambiguous border:
In my soul is a gate,
Receptacle of grace.
In my soul is a gate.

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Yannick Imbert teaches theology in southern France at Faculté Jean Calvin. He is a Tolkien scholar and publishes books and articles at the intersection of theology and culture. He has also published online in Transpositions, Ekstasis, Macrina, Inklings Studies and other theological journals. He writes in French at delagracedansencrier.com.