The Sunday after Easter

I was in church
It was the Sunday after Easter
The day when Jesus appeared in the closed room.

During the sermon,
When the priest was talking about the appearance,
My thoughts wandered... 

To the closed room that my heart was He knocked
I wanted to open the door
But I was afraid
Yet, he entered.

How did he get in?
How did he get the keys?

Then I smiled.

The door to the heart is not opened by a key.

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