Maybe its Darwin's fault
   or God's
   or our dads'
   or our own,
But here we are
   at Eternity's Gate,
You of a stoic generation and
I of a self-centered generation,
Isolated by our walls.
You ask to hold hands and ...
We do...
We talk
    of mistakes and God's forgiveness
    of all consuming work and God's understanding
    of being useless and God's weakness
    of dying and God's presence
And for these few moments
    our walls come down
Our souls come face to face
To open Eternity's Gate.

©2010, John A. Mills