The Gate

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I stand before a gate. The trees, branches, leaves, grass—they all look like demons to me. I hear a whisper in the Garden. It is my Father, saying,
“Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?”
“Father,” I say, “here am I; send me”.
We spoke these same words long ages ago.
The gate opens, and I take my first step into the Garden.