Salvation Poem by Michael Koelliker

In this Darkness, we all lie.
The burning Shadows make us die.
The stabbing and sewing make me cry.
With these Lead feet we cannot fly.

This blindness causes us to be shy.
I feel a door and I pry.
I beg and plea and try to buy.
I open the door and say goodbye.

Now living on this endless high.
With ones to believe in and rely.
No one here hates or will defy.
We are all down, all one ally.

In this Light, I am in awe.
I have arrived in Shangri-La.

(6/24/2008)