Out of Dry Ground

Still secrets hid which from ancient ages followed

From fragrant clasps encased in darkest night

Wreathed in mystery’s keep which only babes can open

Doves of an ivory tower wrest the serpent’s stolen truth

A life which sings will from an inner stone emerge

Out of dry ground the sweet refrain of every stinging thing

No beauty there that was not glimpsed through pain

The despised who saw it with heaven’s stone kept tryst

In every weeping valley low love hid a door of hope

For the hurting her bounty of light’s ‘inside out’

Those cheated of an earthly calm, would they find there, joy

And that, in truth, abundance rare awaited their reward?

In all unwanted gifts hid away the glory of the Giver 

Of Pandora’s box for selfish self’s desire, nothing there

In esteeming each the outer, of the inner gift were poor

The one we left, the good part, and life’s shaded joy

But who would see a harvest come of what we harboured

For those, who for love died a feast out of dry ground

Delight and an inner hidden wealth of death and glory

And Everland our home in heaven’s days on earth