There was a beautiful castled estate.
Its lands were open and there was no gate.
The owner was certainly generous and kind.
There wasn’t a single ‘No Trespassing’ sign.
With no fences to hinder, access was assured
To grounds that were perfectly manicured.
The waters were pure, clear and inviting.
The air seemed fresher and life exciting!
The fruit trees were heavily loaded to share
Their bounty with travelers entering there.
The roads and paths were carefully kept.
Rest stops were furnished where needs were met.
It was a place of contentment and ease.
That was solely designed simply to please.
All the paths led to the site of the heart,
A magnificent castle unmatched in the arts.
It was open to all– or so it appeared.
No moat or draw bridge was anywhere near.
No weapons of any kind were in sight–
Just those great walls of towering height.
But as I drew closer a truth was revealed
That most weren’t aware was even concealed.
They couldn’t be scaled: there was no way inside!
Without explanation, ingress was denied.
Benevolent grace chose to hide her face,
And barred the way to the heart of the place.
So, I waited, prayed and longed for my friend,
Till she opened the door and let me in.
Cheryl S. Justice