A Parable

I stand upon
A sandy mound
A hopeful dawn
Is all around

I nestle my toes
In the grainy grass
And press my nose
Up against the glass

To drink of this glimpse
I would wish as my home
Past the unseen fence
Of this glassy dome

My heart unfolds
With a blooming desire
The greens and golds
Of this land I admire

I cry a prayer,
"God, set me free
To live out there
To taste and see!"

As if in response
The answer I earned
Was that all at once
My world was turned

Upside down
Covered in sand
How could I but drown
In this turn fate had planned?

I tried to scream
But choked with no air
Instead of my dream
Came this horrid nightmare

This hope I felt called to
Was buried alive
As a seed that falls to
The earth won't survive

But if it dies
It bears much fruit
So there it lies
And waits to take root

The sandy soil
Is rough and brutal
I cease from my toil
For fighting is futile

All I can do
Is pray and wait
Trapped with no view
As I suffocate

How long will this last?
My patience wears thin
How long till it's past
And I'll breathe free again?

I feel the drain
As time slips on
Each moment a grain
That was here is gone

Until at last
The sandy sea
So deep and vast
Had set me free

The tides that once surged
Around me subside
As a new life emerged
On the other side

I brushed off the grit
As it slid down the funnel
I'd doubted I'd get
To the end of the tunnel

I turned my eyes
With cautious hope
Toward the skies
Past the glassy slope

I saw His love
And stood there shocked
The cap above
Had been unlocked

Without a word
I clambered up
As hopes were stirred
In the empty cup

I popped the lid
Climbed out with mirth
Then dropped and slid
Down to the earth

The grass was green
As soft as dew
With golden sheen
In skies of blue

I lay in that spot
And my eyes did close
While breezes brought
The scent of a rose

And birdsong drifted
On the winds
The weight has lifted
The waiting ends

The time had come
Despite our fears
At last we humbly
See these years

Where hope alone
Can tenderly take
Our heart felt grown
With every ache

The appointed time
Is never late
This joy sublime
Was worth the wait

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and worthwhile thoughts shared. You touched on many subjects. Life is lesson and more lessons. We must ensure. We enjoy the good days. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Aneto]

Thank you for reading and responding to my tale! Much appreciated, Coyote.

[SELF]

After difficulty comes ease. In this parable, I sense the underlying cause of all creation.The primal cause of the entire plot of the cosmos. Indeed, the appointed time is never late nor early.

[Aneto]

Thank you so much for the review; I am truly grateful for allegory.