Open Gate

O Gentle Wave
of Love’s Pure Light,
born of Deep Midwinter Night,
to warm Our Hearts
and give Us Sight
of Glory beyond the grave.

O Brilliant Sun,
increasing power,
rise in Us this latent hour,
as sap in tree, nectar in flower;
so flow in Us, Golden One.

O Open Gate
of this New Year,
sweep Our humble pathways clear;
Great Strength, Soft Shelter ever near,
be the way winding or straight.

~Cheryl Anne