Searching for a King- Poetry Corner

SEARCHING FOR THE KING

I was alone and scared,
The world was big and I was small.
I felt like no one cared,
About my life at all.

I heard about a man,
Called the King of Kings,
He had the power to understand,
And make a mute heart sing.

If there existed such a savior,
I would search each far off land.
Perhaps he would show favor,
And give me strength to stand.

So to England I raced,
For with all its history,
It seemed the perfect place,
To search for royalty.

I checked Buckingham Palace,
And asked around,
many offered solace,
But my King could not be found.

I traveled on to Egypt,
With their pyramids and pharaohs,
I felt they would be equipped,
To tell me what I needed to know.

My King did not reside there,
And I began to doubt my quest,
If he wasn’t real, who would care,
About me? And for a moment I digressed.

But my life was at such a desperate point,
I had to try once more,
I could only focus my hope on the King that would anoint,
My life, and allow my broken wings to soar.

I traveled to Los Angeles, where American royalty thrives,
In Beverly Hills mansions, the god of celebrity resides.
Surely a King of great stature would dwell in a monument so regal,
Then suddenly I hoped I was wrong, for the idea seemed feeble.

I continued knocking on doors, each one slammed in my face,
At that point I felt so weary and still there was no trace,
So lacking the energy and will to roam,
I gave up on my search and headed home.

I was defeated, where had I gone wrong?
I had faithfully believed, but now all hope was gone.
I could not imagine another place that a true King would abide,
I had looked in the most prestigious lands worldwide.

I started up the walkway that leads to the front door of my home,
Startled to find a handsome man waiting there,
The emptiness inside me filled, I was no longer on my own,
And hope filled the air.

He was not as I had imagined a King,
But I knew it was him right away.
Nothing was proud about him, not a thing,
He spoke in such a gentle way,
Then he smiled and my sadness lifted as he began to say,

“My child, I’ve been waiting for you, to tire of being alone,
I knocked but you weren’t ready to answer, but now I see you’ve grown,
Your heart is the palace in which this King wants to dance,
And your life is the one I long to enhance,
I would like to come in,” he asked intone,

So I unlocked the door and welcomed my king home.

J.L. (c) 2008