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Array ( [sid] => 70384 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Missing Key. [time] => 2004-11-06 16:51:49 [hometext] => [bodytext] => THE MISSING KEY…(©Peter Sprenkeler)

In the swirling mists of evil and anger and violence,
Our global societies grope and stumble in the gloom.
Desperately seeking the light and freedom,
From our self made prison…we crave for life to bloom.

Yet the door from this Hell is securely locked,
There seems no escape from our constant place of pain.
Bloodshed and hatred will remain our constant companions,
On the real beauty of life…we are a wretched stain.

Yet escape is possible…a road to freedom beckons,
From our chains and misery we can be released.
We just have to find the key…that has long been missing,
Its loss the very reason…so much human goodness has deceased.

And the key is forgiveness…the very mortar of humanity,
It is the antidote to all violence anger and hate.
It unlocks the doors…to our societal and emotional maelstrom,
We must find it again…before it is all too late.

Yet forgiveness we cannot conjure…nor engineer,
Nor pretend…nor feign…genuine it has to be.
And in the open hands of God is the only place we’ll find,
Mankind’s freedom…for it He who holds the key.

He gave it to us in eons passed…but we hurled it away,
Into the mud of our arrogance the key was crushed.
Yet He picked it up…and waited for our senses to return,
Back to Him…we all should have rushed.

Forgiveness comes from God…and indeed goes to the bone,
A free gift…He summons us to just take the key from His hand.
For once forgiveness is accepted and securely locked in the soul,
Only then will we of God and true freedom…fully understand.





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The Missing Key.

Contributed by pete on Saturday, 6th November 2004 @ 04:51:49 PM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems



THE MISSING KEY…(©Peter Sprenkeler)

In the swirling mists of evil and anger and violence,
Our global societies grope and stumble in the gloom.
Desperately seeking the light and freedom,
From our self made prison…we crave for life to bloom.

Yet the door from this Hell is securely locked,
There seems no escape from our constant place of pain.
Bloodshed and hatred will remain our constant companions,
On the real beauty of life…we are a wretched stain.

Yet escape is possible…a road to freedom beckons,
From our chains and misery we can be released.
We just have to find the key…that has long been missing,
Its loss the very reason…so much human goodness has deceased.

And the key is forgiveness…the very mortar of humanity,
It is the antidote to all violence anger and hate.
It unlocks the doors…to our societal and emotional maelstrom,
We must find it again…before it is all too late.

Yet forgiveness we cannot conjure…nor engineer,
Nor pretend…nor feign…genuine it has to be.
And in the open hands of God is the only place we’ll find,
Mankind’s freedom…for it He who holds the key.

He gave it to us in eons passed…but we hurled it away,
Into the mud of our arrogance the key was crushed.
Yet He picked it up…and waited for our senses to return,
Back to Him…we all should have rushed.

Forgiveness comes from God…and indeed goes to the bone,
A free gift…He summons us to just take the key from His hand.
For once forgiveness is accepted and securely locked in the soul,
Only then will we of God and true freedom…fully understand.









Copyright © pete ... [ 2004-11-06 16:51:49]
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Re: The Missing Key. (User Rating: 1 )
by imalive_enoughsaid on Saturday, 6th November 2004 @ 05:33:58 PM AEST
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wow..this poem is so frighteningly true...i especially love the line "HE GAVE IT TO US IN EONS PASSED , BUT WE HURLED IT AWAY , INTO THE MUD OF OUR ARROGANCE THE KEY WAS CRUSHED." its also very refreshing to read something other than "i want to die" lol great write !


Re: The Missing Key. (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 6th November 2004 @ 06:40:56 PM AEST
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A masterpeice of wisdom-n-understanding.
luv, huggs, smiles,
emy




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