I whisper in the dark,
it always lights my way,
it clears my thoughts to show me
forever how to play.

One might think, “It’s a miracle.”
another, “You’ve lost your mind.”
but I don’t care either way,
it’s really not theirs to say.

My experience takes me down a road,
one I’ve never seen before,
and if I thought familiar
the lighting reveals much more.

It takes me to a school
that apparently can’t be seen,
it drops me off to remember
all that I hope to redeem.

There I am left to play
creating whatever I choose,
I live from a new perspective
that I know I can never lose.

It’s endless possibilities,
who could have ever known,
they didn’t tell us in high school
or even when we were grown.

Religion says it’s a secret,
mysteries we can’t understand,
maybe they can’t see its beginning
and one without an end.

Did they see the door swung open
available for all to go through?
I suspect they didn’t know
because they forgot to tell us in school.

They consulted the details they memorized,
and spoke them perfectly from rote,
convinced us their brain had the answers
and didn’t give us a vote.

I tell you this is not magic
or a mystery we can’t understand
the door is always open
unlocked with the answers at hand.

Ever so gently all is revealed
without any pain or fear,
we forgot the door is wide open
with all the answers to hear.