PARABLE OF THE MUSIC BOX

PARABLE OF THE MUSIC BOX

 
 
Inside of the box
Were coils and springs,
And other intricate,
Marvelous things.
 
When wound very tight,
The music would start,
Steady and strong,
Like a pulsating heart.
 
Beginning with determined air,
Yet sounding, delightful and soft,
Like wind-blown chimes or tiny bells,
Tinkling from aloft.
 
Dependable, little music box,
Playing out its tune,
Wanting to continue on,
Wanting not to end too soon.
 
Struggling now for melody,
Are there no more notes to play?
Just one more note is all we seek,
Just one more note, we pray.
 
We watch and wait and wait and watch,
For those last and final tones,
But too late - they had been played,
And we hadn't even known.
 
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright October 2002
 

 
This one's for you, big brother.
Your music box brought so much joy
to so many, before it finally wound down.
We celebrate you. We love you. We miss you.





Magic


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