An Ode to My Master

The words jostle around
Trying to push there way forward
Its my turn they say..and the gatekeeper the strictest I have ever known
Turns way everyone of them 
Not good enough
Polish yourself and come tomorrow..they say
Now there is a crowd , a mob
And the gatekeeper are lost…
exhausted and worked

Here come my master now, gently around the corner
As the gatekeepers scatter about
They understand they will not be needed
As They struggle to keep there job
I for one , am dancing as they let me in without a qualm
For My Master is there, standing tall

Its been an eternity
Where were you 
My words ask?
Tears flow 
For no reason i know
Is that home I see far away
The green green grass of home
Beckoning 
Gently
Waiting
Where Words are not needed
For my master is there, standing tall

Its a special feeling 
One that I haven’t experienced
A bond I don’t understand
Every moment filled with a presence
What is this? Questions the gatekeepers, confused
For my Master is there, standing tall.

My steps are lighter now
The words come easier
The gatekeepers are sleeping
Its peaceful easy feeling 
On my way back home
The wonder of it all 
For my master is there, standing tall.

Love, the word
Comes with a different meaning now.
The words start their struggles again 
To get closer to the Lord.
I for one am smiling
For i know
My master is there, standing tall.