Treasure

It’s lost now,

The treasure that once was.

Buried somewhere

But marked with vivid cross.

 

Entombed it is,

In chest of flesh and bone.

Hidden there

Till pirate steals it home.

 

Opened wide

The casket does reveal

Priceless gems, tho’

Chosen to conceal.

 

Entrapped below

An arid desert’s soil,

Fertile once but reality

Sought to spoil.

 

It’s resting there,

Beneath and buried deep.

Discover when

You dig and seek to keep.

 

Guarded by

Sentries of the night.

Uncovered jewels

Sparkle in the light.

 

The brigand who

Searches on his quest

Resists all force

And knows where fortune’s blest.

 

Voyage far

On seas of violent storm.

Earnest aim

Demands actions outwith norm.

 

A howling wind

Casts vessels far astray,

But compass points,

Leads errant into bay.

 

Explored, this land

Tumults and earth will quake.

Concealed karma

Arises, offers. Take.

 

No treasure worth

A hundredweight or more

Was ever gained

Without searching to the core

 

And here it lies

Beneath the skies above,

Prosperity,

The greatest treasure – love.

Ping!

A new message arrived in my inbox,

I smiled when I saw what it said,

This one I shall keep to look at again.

Not deleted, even after being read.

 

The contents are not really private,

But they might not be interesting to you.

It was a message relayed, through someone, from God,

Telling me what I had to do.

 

I laughed with such joy when I read it,

It said all I wanted to hear;

To communicate and shout from the heavens.

So, I guess that’s why I’ve found myself here.

 

It’s amazing to me, someone that I don’t know,

Heard a word and passed it by mail.

An assignment from Him, delivered so modernly.

Who knew that God no longer used snail?

 

Part of the message said that He had my addy,

To expect communication from Him,

But, before further greater enlightenment,

I should be open and filled to the brim

 

By all He can offer, if I but just ask,

And listen with two willing ears.

So I’m knocking and seeking for God to instil

More confidence , from some of my fears.

 

I tell you, I cried when I read it,

Such tears that made my face damp.

If He’d sent it by post, I’m telling you too,

I would also be treasuring that stamp.