[ - from: THE RAGGED WRITINGS OF EVERLAND: Volume One: # 7; 8 ]
7. A
Wisp of Air My Tears Shine Through
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 love
Script in sand engraved through fire in
glass
Carried timeless in its purse, its
secret fold of words
Engrafted life encoded there, 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 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 sword to grind the jars their light
in dust to leave
Pride lost, then on every hill a thing
of freeing praise
And the more did broken open letters
fly in scrolls of flesh
8. Unclouded Truth
FROM UNCLOUDED truth let my tears shine
through
Where the angel roses flower celestial
bright
Where the rosebuds of a broken realm can
rest
Rare blossoms where their hearts had
dared
Pierced the inner rose by love in
crystal drops
From out of darkness where the light
shines
Sight they find from blindness tinged
with red
The truth from which every selfish
heart is hid
Crushed the lilies by love’s most
tender hand
Wide the fragrant places where their
flower died
From pearled valleys steeped in grief
they ran
This joy from which the untouched
flower hides
End of night, let light from unknowing
shine
From dawn love opens stooped to rightly
hear
To comfort hearts that cry from all
hurting places
Kind her hid surprise in truth’s slant
circuit laid
Cached of love in safety from the
prudent and the wise
Turned upside down the truth she hid in
secret places
That none might read to steal she
buried light in darkness
Foolish faith not cleverness finds
decrease delight
Of love’s own prism split the fragments
of the light
Weighed in measures none could fathom
truth’s surprise
That in their going under babes could
comprehend
And in their knowing nothing, find in
loss the light
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