Boxes

Have you ever felt like the memories of your mind have been placed

In little boxes, trying to escape? Just when you think one is about to

Open, ten more move in to replace it! Making it difficult and

Confusing, trying ever trying to pry them open. Little people

Crammed in niches and corners, and dark recesses, hoping to find a

Room of rest and forgiveness!

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 to 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 could contain
My soul, for when it is time for
Me to rise, ‘

He will cry!

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!

“Those who believe in Me, even
Though they die, yet shall they
live” John 11:25