We come as little children
To the Kingdom of Heaven
Bearing our devotional toys as gifts,
Our many wishes as offerings ~
Knowing the Good King
Will pat us on the head
And kiss our cheeks,
And probably laugh inside
At our silly little trinkets and props
That we think are so holy.
But it matters not,
For at least we came,
And that made The King happy ~
Enough to spread a feast
And sound the trumpets,
Calling for the whole Kingdom
To STOP EVERYTHING!
And come play with us.
For what if we never come back?
What if this is the only time
We come knocking at The Kingdom Door ...
As little children?
Great job, Karen! Beautiful images; beautiful thoughts. I'll look forward to following your posts.
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ReplyDeleteThe beautiful stone archway is at the ruins of the 12th century Augustinian abbey at Cong, Ireland, near Lough Corrib in County Mayo. Known as "Cong Abbey," the ruins overlook a moss-covered-tree-filled park that runs alongside a crystal-clear babbling river. It felt like a "celestial playground" on earth -- and I enjoy returning there in my mind often. I love those open archways, which symbolize, to me, "open doors" to the "heaven" within ...
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your beautiful writings with us - what a gift!
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