seek and you will be find,

knock and the door will be opened.

then i suppose there will be

no disheartened souls wandering about,

surely they must have sought and knocked!

or not.

dense in the head perhaps,

or that invisible walls were erected,

doors were slammed

though the plot deepens

when redemption is on the line.

thus the fight,

the push and pull,

for this hope.

it means a lot doesn’t it?

heaven and hell,

or a superior morality.

sure it does,

the walk does more than the talk,

and the masses followed the footprints

that led to paradise!

was it?

echoes came about,

of many things that could be, possibilities,

but hunger knows not bounds.

rush, rush

into the redemptive waters –

said to heal all wounds.

doors slammed, seekers scorned

it’s the same story repeated in

different ways,

that the heart forges truth, story and reality.