a poem in my pocket

Just as a 

wren wriggles

through a small hole

to nestle in the safe haven

of a snug and lofty bird house,

And a barn

cat walks thin

to gain access into

the cozy tunnel shelter of

stacked staw bales in winter,

Or a tiny

freckled gecko slips

itself through a crack

to enter, gratis, into

a tropical luxury hotel,

So any of

us sinner folk

may pass by faith

through the narrow gate

to live in peace and paradise.