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A mennyország kapuja

Ворота рая

Nem zárták be hét gyémántpecsétesen
A Mennyország örök kapuját,
Nem vakít csalóka tündöklése sem,
És helyét se tudja a világ.

Falban ajtó, réges-régen elhagyott,
Semmi más, csupán mohos kövek,
Mint hivatlan vendég, vén koldus topog
Ott, s övén egy kulcscsomó fityeg.

Lovagok ügetnek arra, vértesek,
Harci kürt rikolt, ezüst csörög,
S Pétert, a kapust, nem látja senki meg,
Bár apostolok közt legdicsõbb.

Ábrándoznak: «Ott, hol Krisztus sírja van,
Tárul majd ki elibénk a menny,
S a megígért óra zendül hangosan,
Fenn, a szentséges Tábor-hegyen.»

Lassan így vonulnak, rémes-rangosan,
Harsányan rikong a büszke kürt,
S Péter, mint egy koldus, áll toprongyosan,
Sápadt arccal az ajtó elõtt.

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