Years ago I found and bought a wire sculpture that said it all to me. It was a bird cage. Inside a man was peering desperately through the bars, and right behind him, the cage door…..was open!
One Key
The jailer, he walks.
So cocky, he rings
the keys he holds dear.
And I, behind bars,
have such angry thirst,
I cannot bear to watch.
But maybe I will…
just a glimpse
An inner voice has hinted
something sacred passes here.
I took that glance,
an eerie chance.
Heart shattered with shock
at what I saw.
He strolled to my cell,
undid one key,
and handed it with love to me.
