LITTLE WHITE GATE
The little white gate refused to ever close right too,
As if it seemed to know folks wanted to go through
Onto the ‘Welcome Mat’ by the friendly front door,
For no knock or bell rings did the resident ignore.

On dreary days a light in the window shone bright,
And was always shining through the darkest night,
It seemed that the needy and sad knew where to go,
As the little white gate open kindness did show.

The brass knocker well polished, the bell all aglow,
Inviting many to come who have nowhere to go.
I found that home once when I had lost my way,
The car broke down so a quick prayer I did say.

I saw the open gate, the brass knocker, and light,
I knocked all ready to explain about my plight,
But all my worries vanished as I stepped inside,
A was filled with contentment that I couldn’t hide.

They fed me, fixed my car and showed me the way,
I thanked them kindly, but I really wanted to stay,
Such a wonderful feeling filled me right through,
And for the rest of the week just good I wanted to do.

I passed that way once more, saw the gate ajar,
I did not need help then with a broken down old car,
But I felt a need to enter that sweet home once again,
As I entered once more I felt freedom from my pain.

I had a distinct impression to make my home that way,
Fill the home with love let the needy come awhile to stay
The door always answered no one ever refused a meal,
You never know if you are the one to help someone heal.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 20 May 2004