THE WOMAN AT THE GATE

Sitting at this magnificent gate of gold was a woman adorn in rags. On the  ground next to her sat a wooden bowl.

Everyday carriages past through this gate...but none ever came back through again.   In the carriages there were some passengers who were joyful and some that were sad.  Some ordered the coachman to stop and they gave money or food to the woman.   Some just scorned or cursed at the delay.  They were in a hurry to travel on.

There were people of every nationality and every walk of life.  "Hurry on some yelled" at any delay not caring if the horses were becoming lame.

On the other side of the gate a path would open up and the carriage would drive through.   One path lead to a quicksand bog which sucked the carriage up to the muffled cries of the occupants, another pathway led to a beautiful bridge with streaming flowers of white and gold flowing down the sides; the sky was blue with clouds of cotton puffs and rainbow lights aglow.  

This is a portion of Heaven and Hell.  A dream you say that never will.  But I tell you, that even the most beautiful of beings can outwardly appear as good and make you fall in love, but still inside they are the ugliest of  beings.  So beware.

One day a Cinderella carriage came upon the woman at the gate, the occupant was a beautiful Lady with flowing hair and blue/eyes.   She smiled and opened her door to invite the rag lady in.   She said to her it will be alright for you have earned your keep.   Come now with me through the gate for I have a place for you.

                                                                                 ~RoseAnn Procopio~