Thanks open. For me, nothing compares to finding the Soul. Turns out this Poem wasn't complete as there were a few stanzas yet to come out. The whole creative process is breathtaking for me, as it seems as if these works are already written and waiting for me to poke around and find them . Like discovering a tip of a vein of gold and digging a little here and there to figure out the layout and unearth it. I thought I was done with the poem yesterday but kept being drawn back to it as more was waiting to come out (below).. Any thoughts on this whole creative process?

The Price of the Kingdom

The soul has penned a tale
Of a kingdom deep inside
A land that’s still for sale
Where joy and peace reside

It's not a gentle place
The soil there must be tilled
We need some empty space
If we’re ever to be filled

Could I truly bare the cost
For me it seemed too great
So I wandered with the lost
In circles round the gate

My legs had grown so weak
With sorrow prowling near
So She had come to speak
If I had come to hear

She told me she had tried
To lead me back her way
With tender words she cried
Just look how much you pay

You may outrun the pain
But when you turn and flee
It hunts you down again
To bring you home to me

For pain had come to call
With a golden key in hand
If you just embrace it all
You’d find another land

She said the choice was mine
There was no easy way
Like running from a fine
In either case you pay

But if you bare the cost
You get more than you know
You’ll never wander lost
No matter where you go

So I hunted down the fear
And made the costly deal
It’s now so very clear
This kingdom that I feel

I see the pearly gates
And have the golden key
In wonder She awaits
It’s such a sight to see

:) :)