A Narrow Gate (poem)

Jesus is Lord
entropic sin
casts souls to bins
His cross can ford

Moving toward
God’s spirit in
salvation’s win
eternal chords

World in darkness
governing cranks
provide ooh thanks
dripping sharpness

Neutral blankness
structured ranks
bit coins store banks
for time’s slowness

They see no more
beyond the line
no truth to mine
no open doors

The farther shore
beyond quick time
evolves no rhyme
forever more.