The Quest for the Kingdom of God

The Quest for the Kingdom of God
I decided to set out into the world on a quest,
For I wanted to find the Kingdom of God.
I started in the great churches and cathedrals that the world likes so much,
For are they not so be the Kingdom’s palaces?
But I found only remnants of the Kingdom.
I then read the best of human philosophy.
For the Kingdom may be within our rational psyche?
But where wisdom lived, there folly squatted.
I then looked to the rocks, trees, animals, and stars
For, I thought, maybe the kingdom is to be found in nature?
Yet again, the Kingdom could not be found.
Finally, I while walking among the poor and hurting,
I began to see the Kingdom.
The priest, the missionary, and every ordinary person,
Who gave a cup of cold water to the thirsty in the name of the King,
Were, I realized, the earls and princes of the Kingdom.
Those who heal wounds of physical and spiritual kind,
Those who die before taking up the sword,
Those are the Kingdom’s builders.
Not a place on a map or a theory written on paper,
But thousands of souls doing the work of their Master.
When I found them, I found the Kingdom of God.