I am but a vessel, <br />seamless without a leak. <br />No escape possible, <br />contained to this belief. <br />Find a place to nestle, <br />beginning to feel weak. <br />Is escape plausible? <br />When will I find relief? <br /> <br />Voices from the twilight... <br />May your search be complete. <br />I reveal the answer. <br />I hold the divine key. <br />May it give you the sight, <br />to accomplish such feats. <br />Void you of this cancer. <br />Open you to be free. <br /> <br />The dropp of a button. <br />Floating in the desert. <br />Spirit leading the mind. <br />Body yet a vessel. <br />Soul devoid of nothing. <br />Smooth through this harsh blizzard. <br />I hold precious this find. <br />Puppet of this blessed will. <br /> <br />Wesley Hall - 07/24/05<br /><br />Parable Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/divine-intervention-6/
