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
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
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