Encased
within the travelled chest a treasure rare
Of un-pillaged plunder wrapped in coats of skins
The
key the map the compass for the find were there
In
Everland hid the fragrant heart at one with God
Script
in sand engraved through fire in glass
Carried
timeless in its heart its secret fold of words
Engrafted
life encoded in living jars of clay
As
see-through as a wisp of air in nothingness clad
A stone was thrown and broken light spilled
out
Of
a perfect fashioner the hurt of every jar
How
else escaped the light that left buried deep would die?
If
scattered only by a tear it could forge of life its seal
Of
each season borne the life produced twelve fruits
Green
leaf in drought up-springing joy in dearth
Living letters were inscribed inside in every
hue of gold
And
shades of shadows left went no more right through
Belts
that tie the windless horn to its strength
Held
in dust the captured message from the dawn of time
Bound
in glory wrapped in living skins of hope
Cords
of love the tie that kept the unfathomed dust afloat
Within
the sea of life the hidden script was laid
A word to grind the jars their light in dust
to leave
Once
pride was lost then upon every hill a thing of praise
And
the more did broken-open letters fly in scrolls of flesh
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