Lock and Hasp

Hasp and Lock

In the room with south-facing windows
there is a worn wooden box—closed
but not secure. A padlock slips

tenuously through the hasp
attached to the box. The lock has not
a key, only a shiny dial whose combination

is left to this number, two revolutions right
to that number, then left again.
But you have to know the numbers.

The lock fits loosely
in the hole of the hasp and rattles
at any disturbance—

like nearby thunder
or a hasty hand spinning
the dial.

Leave off the lock. Lift up
the hasp. Swing open
that treasure chest

and let light
from the windows
into the quiet darkness.

For whoever wishes to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake, he is the one who will save it.
(Luke 9:24, NASB)

… for he called you out of the darkness into his wonderful light.
(1 Peter 2:9, NLT)

Linking with Sandra Heska King and Laura Boggess:

Sandra Heska King - Still Saturday

Photo credit: John D., via Flickr Creative Commons


4 thoughts on “Lock and Hasp

  1. Monica, we are a bit apart on Still Saturday by the words “lock and hasp” caught my attention. I’m so glad I followed my instinct and ended up here. Beautiful words. Lovely message.

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