Portcullis Eyes

שְׂאוּ שְׁעָרִים, רָאשֵׁיכֶם,  והִנָּשְׂאוּ, פִּתְחֵי עוֹלָם וְיָבוֹא, מֶלֶךְ הַכָּבוֹד

Lift up your heads, O ye gates, … that the King of Glory may enter (Psalm 24:7)

1
raise up your lids, oh gateways of my soul,
watch the heralds of our king draw close
with flags and banners and coats of many colors.
they would enter, so attend them well, prepare a feast
2
open wide, oh gateways of my soul,  and look
at the heavy white clouds towering  up in the west
a rose-quartz crystal perched on the window ledge
and ripe yellow lemons drooping in the yard beyond
3
oh my soul, wait no more, the glory is here
go out into the blustery drenching rain
peer at the lights within an ancient rock
and firmly squeeze a zesty sour fruit

 

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