Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Poetic Blooming, the box, Poem Away Spenserian Sonnet


The Box

The Lord held out a large, old, dusty box.
I looked at it and wondered, “What’s inside?”
He smiled and gave me keys for all the locks.
“So open it,” He said, His smile was wide.

What if I wasn’t smart enough, if tried?
Or could it injure me along the way?
Perhaps it would strip me of any pride.
I stood there, still not knowing what to say.

A guessing game is what I’d like to play,
or see the future instantly and clear.
Should I dare open up the box that day?
If so, how would I conquer every fear?

I didn’t have to know what was in store.
Just had to know and trust my Savior more.

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