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

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