My Father’s House Has Many Mansions.

My Fathers House Has Many Mansions. long poem

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In life we look through many windows, and we walk through many doors
And in the pages that we share, we visit many different shores,
For in our rooms we roam so many ways to find the things we seek
The only way we are mistaken is to think we are unique,
In our corporeal existences we touch souls throughout our days
And in the touching we fulfil so many different ways,
So many touching fingertips, so many gently kissing lips
That bind us as we travel on, until this life we live is gone.

We leave our mortal forms behind in the next mansion that we find
And yet every soul still feels the same, their feelings underlined
In special ways of love and peace, those feelings that will never cease
For in this mansion love survives, and wraps itself around our lives
The lives we thought complete before, upon our last far distant shore,
Heaven holds so many rhymes, that drift with us through different times
And all in all, our dreams still lay, upon that green hill far away
We’ll travel on and find our key, across the next far reaching sea.

Through each doorway there is beauty, even though it’s undefined
Like a poem that tastes tomorrow, even though it’s underlined,
For beauty can mean many things spread out across each page
Like the children of the afterlife, that show no sign of age,
But each mansion has a feeling that becomes so clear to see
A portrait of another world, or just of you and me,
For each mansion is a stairway that each of us needs to climb
For Nirvana means perfection in each stanza of life’s rhyme…

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Ha Ha Lovely Keith I felt joy and peace in my heart after reading. One day one day I will reach Nirvana and I will yell!!!!


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