The City of God

Lost in the maze of the cities of time,
 Most men wander, drearily complaining.
Authorities’ twisted scepters of crime,
 They bow to, not seeking understanding.
But never a city, never a town,
 Where deep within, past the rude doors of pride,
Past high-browed customs, past the cap and gown,
 The City of God won’t in sweetness hide.
Acceptance of life’s rebukes and sorrows
 Is the sole road, without grudging each sore.
Christ was born when Joseph and Mary chose
 To obey the summons of a Caesar.

It is never too late in life to start:
 The keys to the City are in your heart.