Feet, hands, and keys

What is the key to unlock
the mystery of my heart, of
all the choices of the road,
all the things that were
bowled away by the flooding
river?
where is the key that can
unlock the box of meaning
that will provide
words of wisdom to help
me live?
where is the time key that
can take me back to the
places I'd rather be?
what key could God give me
that would make a difference
to the now?
the words are locked in my
skin and bone, travel in
my blood, in my
footsteps, the tracks my
feet make on their way
to my daily world and the
gifts of my hands.

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