There is one more hour and there is a line waiting to get in

There is one more hour

And there is a line waiting to get in

We’re all standing and waiting-

young and old, full of hope and light

We’re all waiting

Waiting to be written

Waiting to be made new

Waiting to enter through the gates of forgiveness

There is one more hour

before your gates will close

Or maybe, not

Maybe, you’ll get hung up on a story

Distracted or moved or overwhelmed by the contrition and purpose your People display

And you’ll keep them open

For one more hour after that

And then another day

And maybe

The gates will just stay open

And all of us will walk through

And we will discover new gates

The gates of compassion-

The gates of grace-

The gates of tears

The gate of loving kindness

Until, together, we reach the gate of redemption

But for now-

We pray, as we wait-

Keep your gates open,

For another minute and another hour-

Let me walk through.