Divine Intervention Poem by Parable Poetry

I am but a vessel,
seamless without a leak.
No escape possible,
contained to this belief.
Find a place to nestle,
beginning to feel weak.
Is escape plausible?
When will I find relief?

Voices from the twilight...
May your search be complete.
I reveal the answer.
I hold the divine key.
May it give you the sight,
to accomplish such feats.
Void you of this cancer.
Open you to be free.

The dropp of a button.
Floating in the desert.
Spirit leading the mind.
Body yet a vessel.
Soul devoid of nothing.
Smooth through this harsh blizzard.
I hold precious this find.
Puppet of this blessed will.

Wesley Hall - 07/24/05