The Box

“A Narrow Box, I Was Curious What Was In It”

It is interesting what goes on in a child’s mind, how they perceive

Death and it’s mysterious ways, growing up with thoughts sometimes

Replaced with an adult’s point of view. However death is received,

There is the hope that it is not the end of this life but the beginning of

Something much better!

It arrived, it was a solem

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.. To be reunited

With those I have lost,

The hope of all who trust in

Christ.

No earthly box can contain

Our souls for when it is time

To rise ‘He cries’…

Pulling us through this earth’s

Crust, thrust out of the box

To receive the heavenly

Prize, one the coffers of this

Earth cannot provide!

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