THE CITY OF GOD
Once, in a dream
I found myself in a coat
nothing else.
I had no money,
credit cards or credentials,
nor a single clue
to my financial status.
I had no memory
of friends or family,
if I was loved by many
or by anyone at all.
I didn't even know my name.
I was standing alone
at the gate of a golden city
full of sun lit buildings
on an ocean's edge of clean white sand.
Inside the city
friendly faces welcomed me,
lavishly sharing food and housing
and anything I needed
completely free.
No questions were asked.
No one cared who I was or knew
or what, if anything,
I had accomplished.
The whole city
embraced me like a family
long awaiting my coming home.
My empty heart
soaked up love, until it shone,
becoming part of the golden City of God.
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