The Box

It arrived, it was a solemn 
Occasion, people were
Hesitant, I did not know why.
I tried to look in, but I was
Too small and it was too tall.
A narrow box, I was curious, 
What was in it?
I tried to lift the lid, but my 
Fingers could not reach.
With each attempt I became
More intent to see what this 
Box meant.
As time went by I became 
Older, going back to see if
Perhaps I could open it now…
I visited the box when life was
Violent and I was seeking 
Silence.
Visiting a garden of rest, as 
They lowered a box in the earth,
There were similarities as the 
One I had seen as a child.
Then I knew it was for those who
Had ceased.
That could be me!

And then one day I fell asleep,
And was planted in the box
Reserved for me.

Waiting to be broken and come
To new life..
But no earthly box can contain 
My soul, for when it is time for
Me to rise, ‘He cries’…
Pulling me through this earth’s 
Crust, I am thrust out of the
Box to receive the heavenly
Prize, one the coffers of this
Earth cannot provide!

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