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