The fold was gold with shining locks
The clock struck Six before I knocked
Intimidated, concentrated on my box
The open door gave room for more
Exasperated consultation
Notions of unmet devotion
To the Maker's mark
But surprises filled the alleyway that day
Intrusive sun brought forth from rising morn
Then pleasant warmth scorched my frozen arms
And the alarm inside my humble box
Was silenced
At Seven O'clock
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Author:
Unobtrusive Sun (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This piece focuses on the experience of interpersonal acceptance, and how it was found in an unsuspecting way. It's partly my story and the story of others I've known. Many of the lines have biblical backdrops (although I don't consider myself entirely Christian).
- Category: Reflection
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Wow! I really like this one, it's more mysterious, and I like that! Yes, I did get the biblical references. Curious about your statement about not being "entirely Christian".
Thanks for taking interest!
For a long time, I was a pretty hardcore Christian after not being one before that. Now, I keep an open mind, but try to be as objective and honest as possible about what reality truly is. So, I don't have any spite toward the Christian God but I'm not entirely banking on it anymore. It's a lot to convey in a short comment, but essentially I'm seeking real truth, and I'm not sure of what that is yet. Haha, maybe that makes some kind of sense. Thanks for asking!
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