The Keys to the kingdom
I searched many years, high and low
Looking every place I could go
Yet nowhere could I find
The keys eluded me
How could I ever be free
should I falter and err erroneously.
I looked into the eyes of Buddha and
no key did I find.
I looked, I looked blind.
Looking at Shinto the shrine seemed dead
Not full of life
where one expects to be led
and just last night I lay in bed
and the answer came to me.
Not I to it instead.
The blood stained cross was plain to see
and beyond it a vast eternity
of love, joy, peace serenity
beyond belief - - -lay for me :
a life to forever be
opened by the key
Dedicated to the non believer- Think Twice
© Charles Henderson
Nov. 11, 2016
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2016
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