The Key to Everything

There i was
sitting still
dragged here
against my will
Staring out
at the stained
glass again
rather be here
than in sin
The church pews
feel so cold
dusty, splinted
and old...
I sometimes
wondered what's
the use
to believe
without excuse.
The Faith that fills
me is something
special
because it is something
without hell.
The key is the love we share
when we all become aware
of his love
from up high
from the above
in the sky....
past the stars
and the universe...
past the the systems
and reality...
past the infinity...

Such small minds
we mortals have
that dwindle in
which we dab.
Creation is one to be
shared
something to be cared
for and no human can
understand
the Key that is here.
The Key is something There.
But where?

Someday, all will understand...
as we all sing and clap
hand in hand.
All Halla will be in sync
and the mind will need not to think.
The minds of our future
will be found
as the sky meets the ground.
I have seen
it in a dream.
We will be relieved.

Friends, the key is to be kind
that i know
it's not hard to guess...
it's no big show.
It's simple things that count
in this age
that show our soul
and deminish the rage.
God above knows
what we can show.

Question is do we hold the key to reality?
Can we make the world right?
Are we doomed to hypocracy?
Or do we possess more might?

I arrive home from church
and I lurch...!
A key is hidden under my foot.
I unlock the front door
and a stream of light beckons me
from within...

Until....my friends...until....