the god-shaped hole
must remain empty
so that god can pass through
it widens like the ozone
the world ends
and begins again
the guard opens the gate
and you make your way
to the pond with its
face of glass stillness
once before you came and sat
until the birds darted
over the gulf between bushes
and a red-winged
blackbird winked at you
now the water itself gulps
and returns to stillness
in the empty space of the evening
Garden of Words 
great opening stanza..and i like where you went from there as well…i like the gate nedding opened and the water itself gulping…there is a bit of magic in that part…
The flow and imagery are beautiful.
Thanks for your comments, Brian.