Leslie Through the Golden Gate

In Memory of Les Dixon who has gone on to greater things.




I slept I thought, and woke I knew not where
and stood before a garden wall, with birdsong in the air.
Lofty the garden wall, loftier still a golden bough
giving promise of an orchard rare.

A door was there in welcome thrown wide.
A cobbled pathway led me to the other side.
Should I dare? Should I dare to trod
within the garden of our God?

I squared my shoulders as I oft I’d done before,
and stepped I boldly through that marvelous door.
Then much to my delight, one came bounding into sight
Sophie, my old dog, leaping in the morning light.

“`Allo, sweetheart,” I cried with joy.
“`Allo,” said she, “`ows my lovely boy?
In wonder I looked down, the years had dropped away.
My dog was now a pup, and I a lovely boy.

Soft the footfalls on the garden path,
One drew near as I looked up.
O how I sought Him through the weary world,
but found Him in the breaking of the bread,
and in the lifting of the cup.