The Treasure Box

The treasure box was tumbled. The one with music buried deep.

The heart was in despair over such a toss.

“What if's” bellowed.

What if it had been broken? What if notes tinkling sweet are lost?

What if...?

Forgotten is the need to tumble. To flip from the dark. The need to expose the hidden to release the song.

That's acceptable only in her hands. At her whim.

And aren't we all like music boxes, treasured?

Allowing ourselves to be turned over and wound up at certain times and in certain ways? Wanting to orchestrate when the music plays?

The truth is, the song is buried deep.

The hidden must be exposed. That only happens when we are flipped from the dark.

We may despair over the toss until we hear the notes tinkling sweet.

Then we know.

We know it is only acceptable in His hands.

At His whim.