The Holiest of all Holy places,
Thousands will have come to fast,
Some have come to plead their cases,
While others have come to fulfill their task.
Day after day they patiently wait,
Waiting for what they had so long sought,
Looking for huge Golden Gates,
Still....there's some with guilt of being caught.
Many days and nights have passed,
Boundaries have been set to where no evil could enter,
Nor the Non-Believers that had amassed,
Only those who's heart was pure with belief at the center.
Then a roar of thunder was heard,
Silence....fell upon the many as they looked,
Nor was there a chirp from the smallest bird.
Slowly....the clouds parted like the opening of a book,
Till they formed a shape that everyone knew,
There was a glow about Him as the suns rays shone upon Him,
And a Stairway pertruding from the sky in the color of Whitish Blue,
The rest of the sky was very dim.
"Follow me to the land that you have so long waited for,
For I....have finally opened the door,
This Stairway will take you up with ease,
And leave this place that is bad with disease."
How little that we do know,
That our words will grow,
Along with our feelings,
As we do our dealings.
So for our time,
Is to be spent without a dime,
Bringing us closer together,
Through all kinds of weather.
To have and to hold,
We shall be ever so bold,
With invites that don't shed a tear,
Because we show no fear.
For we are here to stay,
Not putting to much on our tray,
As we count each and every day,
Because we are not held at bay.
So bring forth your love,
And listen to the song of the dove,
To let your feelings flow,
So that we can grow.
To whom a friend is suppose to be,
Can at times be cruel or mean,
For whatever reasons they may have,
can and will be demeaning to others.
Yet for some,
A friendship can go a long way,
Without cause or demanding anything in return,
They will do wonders in front of others.
With many challenges set before them,
They come with trusting open arms,
Caring from the heart in the form of love,
That can't be spoiled or killed.
Thus a friend is everything we could ever ask for,
And be there when we need them,
To comfort us in the saddest of times,
For this is how a true friend is.
Ones life has many doors or windows of time,
Which opens and closes at the right moments,
Bringing happiness when one opens,
Or closes to protect ones self.
A door can open for many unknown reasons,
While others close for being unsuited,
Though an open door can quickly close,
If one doesn't recognize it.
An open door can hinder at a single thought,
Even remain open for some time,
Other times it can close just as quick as it opens,
Needing a certain key to reopen it again.
But for some,
A door can remain closed for decades,
Not given a reason of why,
But to make in search of when.
The way that we look at each other,
The way that we touch each other,
Doing little things to please the other,
The contentment that you feel when your with the other,
Giving of your deepest thoughts without repecussion,
Helping the other realize certain things to better themselves,
Not caring what lies in the others past,
Making comitments toward each other without hesitation,
Being able to talk about anything and everything,
Keeping no secrets that may hurt the other,
Making each other laugh with ease,
Giving without expecting anything in return,
Understanding the others feelings,
Doesn't critisize, but helps in many different ways,
Striving to reach out to each other,
Being able to cry without feeling any shame,
Knowing that you don't have to wear a mask,
Holding hands for no reason,
Being able to do many things together,
We need all of these things to become as one.
As I wander through this maze,
I walk aimlessly in a craze,
Wondering if I am a rat,
Often feeling likle a little brat,
Looking down so many rows,
Avoiding the multitude of angry crows.
Where I would like to be,
Is sitting high up in a tree,
To find the end,
Hoping that its just around the next bend.
Winding around and around,
Scenery changes on the ground,
Wishing that I had the chance,
To flee this rehlm without a second glance.
