or, the Mystery of the House of God
& when at last i hold the key
after searching, & searching, & feeling lost
i wonder was it wrong of me
to value thressholds never crossed
& when at last i try the lock
without once stopping thinking twice
i find i barely had to knock
in fact a whisper would suffice
& when -- at last! an opened door!
no more of would or could or might
i wonder what i waited for
Time is & always has been right
& when, at last, my steps are through
no failing -- no trying --
i find i only needed to
to see a thing familiar here.
nothing real can be threatened
nothing unreal exists
therein lies the grace of God
(a course in miracles)
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Do not reproduce without the express permission of the author.
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