Drop the key not a moment too soon,
down the hole to unlock the shell.
Opening the box that plays a familiar tune.
Slowly I begin to remove this vain veil.
Marveling at this infinite treasure before me.
I reach my hand into the shadow of the unknown,
curious what mysteries may be hiding outside.
Something takes my hand, and I realize I am not alone.
Your benevolent voice echoing from inside,
coming to comfort me as my majestic guide.
Witnessing the origins of this divinity.
Given the precious gift of the finality,
before the beginning has come over me.
Wesley Hall - 08/27/05
Parable Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-key-6/
