The Gates of Dawn

The Gates of Dawn: Sunrise gdw photo

This song from Secret Garden—The Gates of Dawn has a haunting quality.  When you listen to it, it touches the soul, the inner being of who we are.

On this planet traversing the cosmos we are faced daily with difficulties, challenges, sorrows and joys.  Life is a mixture of elements which coalesce into our journey on the road to the cosmic ocean.

Recently, I received an email from a young woman who is facing the loss of her father. In the email she wrote, “Dad has been pretty miserable the past few weeks with pains and pneumonia-like symptoms. He finally went to the hospital this afternoon and we are waiting to find out what to do for him next. Things aren’t looking good and I feel really bad for him.”

Her father has cancer which is advancing faster each day.  There is no hope.  Healing miracles seem to be in short supply nowadays.

Perhaps, this song expresses what lies within a number of us on this earth.  We yearn for the gates of dawn because we all know that the gates of sunset will enrobe us with a dreamless sleep.

For the circle of life completes its circuit at the sunset of our lives if we do not meet an unfortunate happenstance along the road of life.  When we lift our eyes and behold the cosmos, surely there must be a place out there for us when our journey is finally over.

Does the Gates of Dawn hold a promise for you this day?  Do you have the hope there will be a better tomorrow for you, your family and your friends?

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G. D. Williams       © 2012

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The wheels of life keep turning.
Spinning without control;
The wheels of the heart keep yearning.
For the sound of the singing soul.
And nights are full with weeping.
For sins of the past we’ve sown;
But, tomorrow is ours for the keeping,
Tomorrow the future’s shown.

Lift your eyes and see the glory.
Where the circle of life is drawn;
See the never-ending story,
Come with me to the Gates of Dawn.

And whose is the hand who raises
The sun from the heaving sea?
The power that ever amazes
We look, but never will see?
Who scattered the seeds so life could be,
Who coloured the fields of corn?
Who formed the mould that made me – me,
Before the world was born?

Lift your eyes and see the glory.
Where the circle of life is drawn;
See the never-ending story,
Come with me to the Gates of Dawn.

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