The Keyhole
Just like her favorite character Alice she dresses up. Around her neck a key adorns. On her way she goes. She has read of a keyhole that holds heaven on the other side of its door. A young girl named Cassy sits curiously by a riverbank. Twirling her long tresses as she peeks into reflecting waters, she fiddles with the key. It falls into the river, and she jumps in after it. Swimming for what seems forever, she lifts her head. At first blurry swishes of gardens and trees are all she sees. The images clearer, around her stars of sterling silver. The other side of the world is shimmering ever so bright! Cassy in awe, hears the chirping of birds, then swims further searching on the river bottom.
Waterdrops drip off her face as she takes a breath, back through the door, she clings to the key in her hand, the wren's singing their bird song.
Baptism took place
let go the crutch that holds back~
the child she flows
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