thirty-six

there's a secret here somewhere
that i can't remember,
it's trying its best not to hide.
i wait and i wonder,
critical, ponder,
pocketed motives will die.

boxes with names and labels and
numbers are gathering rust in the dark.
corrosive disuse and mystical longing
in a key you can't quite figure out.
you've heard it before and you're
singing it now; lyrical pain on a shelf.
bottled and shining, waiting for purpose
to become more than just someone's help.
_______________________________

the answer won't be simple and
you may not find it here,
but the searching starts the healing
and the journey binds up scars.

the endgame seems elusive
but your guide will never sway.
keep the boxes open and be
careful what you say. love with
all you are and whenever comes that day,

give your whole heart over to the One who chose to Pay.