As a secular non-jew who attended quite a few Yom Kippur services towards the end ("Neila"), awaiting for the shofar blow, I found myself obsessed with a piece that goes like this (not precisely):
"The sun is low, the hour is late
Let us enter the gates at last
When a man begins life, countless gates stand waiting to be open
But as he walks through the years gates close behind him one by one
Remember the unopened gates
Open them before they are locked
The gates do not stay open forever
We walk through the years and they shut behind us
And in the end they are all closed except the one final gate which we must enter
As a secular non-jew who attended quite a few Yom Kippur services towards the end ("Neila"), awaiting for the shofar blow, I found myself obsessed with a piece that goes like this (not precisely):
"The sun is low, the hour is late
Let us enter the gates at last
When a man begins life, countless gates stand waiting to be open
But as he walks through the years gates close behind him one by one
Remember the unopened gates
Open them before they are locked
The gates do not stay open forever
We walk through the years and they shut behind us
And in the end they are all closed except the one final gate which we must enter
Before it is too late, let us open the gates"
Corina Millo