Guest Post: Daily I Sit Outside The Gate

I am deposited at this gate by my friends

As they go off to work.

What a blessing to have such friends

Since my twisted birth.

They do all they can

And will return and take me home

At the end of their day.

I lay here

At this beautiful gate

Begging

Since I cannot walk.

This beautiful gate

Is where I live.

I wish I could go in.

I hear the people who are inside.

I hear their prayers.

Does God hear mine?

Every day I am outside this gate

But I want to go in.

Blind people walk past but

They don’t hear me as I cry out.

They don’t see me

Because I am always been here.

I’m a fixture

In this mixture called life.

I try to throw my prayers over the wall

But they fall back to the ground.

Another day outside

As I lay on the ground.

It’s the 9^th hour of the day

And here comes two men.

What do they have to say?

Looking at me they see me,

Listening they hear me.

Speaking they tell me to stand.

But I cannot

But now I can!

Written after reading Acts 3:1-10