Sonnet

I am the gate of the sheepfold
Anyone who enters through me will be safe.
The truth is as it is told.
Following him we need not chafe.

I was in the village church, alone.
Suddenly I felt a presence.
I was not alone.
I cannot explain this sense.

But I felt contentment.
As if watched by the loyal shepherd.
Dispelled was all resentment.
It was as if my fears were heard.

We do not know the path to avoid mortality’s fate.
But surely it is through his gate.

Haiku

We do not know yet
How to end mortality
Except through his gate