The Narrow Gate


Two of a kind, two in a barn;
A turtle, a goat in a barn.
One was wise, one a fool, entered
a barn through hidden narrow gate.

The barn was full, food was plenty,
Both were hungry, lean and empty;
Down they settled, rapt in the fare.
Often, the turtle would scuttle

To the gate, gentle slide, and bask.
“What’s the matter?” the goat dared ask.
“Nothing, just to gauge, who knows when.”
The goat chuckled, back to the feast.

Soon a bang, the owner had come;
To safety the turtle did thrum;
and the goat, he struggled, screaming,
“Ah! My belly, the gate’s narrow.”

The turtle answered: the barn’s full,
but the stomach, never be full.


© 2014 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi

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Great is your power,
    higher than lofty mountain;
your heart my Lord,
    the font of living fountain.

From your canopy,
    pitched at four corners, love pours,
  torrents of flakes
      on flurried faces and faint hearts.

Great is our Lover,
     a desert river never
ceasing to water
    pallid dry earth with rain.


© 2014 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi

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