Untrustworthy,
me with keys.
I lose them,
misplace them,
pick up the wrong ones,
find myself at the right door
with the wrong key
and then I found you,
commander of keys,
confident
and in control,
I hand you the keyring, knowing
that when we get to the right door,
you will let me in.
I find a ‘higher’ meaning in this – at least, a surrendering to faith … especially in the midst of confusion. Lovely.
Interesting poem! I think I need one of those, commanders of keys!
Suzy 😀
: )
Thanks, Suzy!!
D,
Thank you!
You have 20/20 vision. : )
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Surely such faith will be rewarded!
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E,
One can only hope!!
: )