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God sends us down as little seeds and eggs
where in red warmth we begin to grow and crack the slim door open.
The world is a flash of light and a slap
to let us know we must awaken from
sweet dreams of unconditional love.
Not knowing if our lives are going to change
the world as we know it.
The angels sing, holding our hands, leading us
to light, behind a door, where we learn the
language of the present and the past, and
the blueprints drawn.
From there we are led to dark doors
that haven’t been opened,
standing like treasure chests,
doors that fit only your skeleton key, a puzzle piece only you hold, to find the total picture.
Some need help to find themselves,
others get caught up in failed attempts
to push the portals open, and
others need a different destination.
In the end, we do what can.
The goal posts keep moving
on the fields of heaven
to walk the path you’re given.
