Yellow horse and silver sky and mistAnd a red gate are driven to distraction..If I can accept my fate as wellAnd trust the truth if thingsI won't swing off my hinges.We'll all cross all the oceansAnd God's love is what we'll see -We're not marooned.In all our hard lessonsIn all our fragility -It's not God's fault! A red gate flung open.No longer a red rag to a bull,A little … [Read more...] about Red Gate, By: Patricia Walsh