Thursday, February 23, 2006

Unlocked key remembers all too well
the moment it was
locked up in silence
never to speak again
until now
finally to realize
that very few words
mean anything at all
unless out of love
finally understanding
has set in for the key
and the time when the hostage was kept
is lost
and he chooses
to go where he may
and listen in silence


Blogger Krista said...

I wrote this poem just before my great Uncle Herb's funeral at tha Augustana Luteran Church here in Edmonton. Great man and he was a poet. (June 4, 2005 - 10:31 am)

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