if it were not for the grief
and that I’d have to
leave my lady,
I would gladly go to God today
instead of waiting to be called.
And I’d bring my key along.
My key, the joyful ownership
of eternity,
without the guilt of feeling
that though tears abound
and sorrows grow,
I am given salvation
I have nothing to do
with the giving,
am guiltless in accepting
the peace the world can never
match or take away.
Poems by Ken 