Door

 I was flipping the pages.
To the small handbook of wonder, while
Asking some questions, I’m amazed

It surely seems crazed.

I peered into my soul, to what should we ask?
I know- will you assist me, in each task?

I’m here at your service, or am I the one in need?
Now I know- it shows me, how to plant the seed.

Simply remember, whoever wants truth and light,

Look within for your heart’s insight.

The entire universe is the exercise book- simply do the math.
Not many ways there, I see only one path.

Creating as we wish, we color our book.

The day is complete when giving it a child’s look.

We are free to color it solid black,

Out of fear of a future attack.

But as I kiss the pages and bow low to the floor,

I see your mercy is a wide-open door.