The Key - Poem by Parable Poetry
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
Comments about The Key by Parable Poetry
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye