The Pearl of Great Price . . .

     When I was young I was always writing ‘books.’

    ...The fact that they never exceeded a few pages or the first chapter never deterred me. I never gave up beginning, only finishing! But when I grew up I did eventually progress and now I have finished a few.

The Pearl

When I am old I will write a pearl.

The pearl will be 25,000 miles wide,

Because it will circle the world

In one second.

It will be the smallest thing

Which can do that –  

Small as a pea under 20 mattresses,

That is why it will be a pearl.

Then the world will know what it has

Forgotten,

And I will be gone.

                        – Age 7

Where I Close My Book

Where I close this book the place I mark

Where shut, every trace of where I've been is gone     

Yet, when I put aside all this thought awhile

Still it lives, the intriguing thing, the pearl

In a place it marks its own within my heart 

Poem from a Sequence:

A Rain of Booklight

Part 2, ‘The Placemark Poems,’ # 2

© Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

The Inner Grail

Mirrored of a single gem the inner throne reversed

A royal room within the inner Grail which lives

Spinning upon Another to be made the right way round

Of the misted mirror-book the other half of seven found 

Given of the Giver’s heart the stinging part in pearl

The treasure holder, in life’s rugged cup of red 

Turning truth to light as life was turned around

Of its grit, the grip of love in glory ground

Paired of a greater substance two rent in twain

Made in one the hidden vessel’s secret lines

Tearing ancient misted muse apart to see

And from its glimpse wrapping it up again in myth

Heard of the silver vessel secrets hid in blood in silence   

A low gated catchment the covered inner Grail

Rendering truth to the least part of seven

And the distance that separates, the door which opens

Uncurlings

In the hill was a song

Of its hiding place few knew

Of its silver shining content

All were unaware

None could ever guess what was there

Held in the life of a teacup storm

The hidden telling went unread

But of its many leaved uncurlings 

It solved all my muddles   

Yet none could see or understand

Or follow what was there

In the oyster was a pearl

Of its hiding place few knew

Of its glory-revealing fold

All were unaware

None could ever guess what was there

Held in the troubles of my heart

The hidden loveliness went unfathomed

But of its instant saving strength

It unravelled all my puzzles

Yet none could see or understand

Or follow what was there

  

Amethyst Poetry / Writing Saga # 2 / Continuing Inspiration According to Surrender

      All that I had in the way of any qualifications for writing was through my heart's surrender in the LORD, my Beloved, in simple faith and love. All that came out of my midst in ‘ragged writing’ was inspired upon the inner wings of a complete ‘letting go’ and a total losing to find. Every day new inspiration came at the very moment I began to write; for every day the inestimable treasure of loving surrender was given me in the Spirit. 

      Although I had studied Journalism for a year in London when I was eighteen years old, writing was in me from the time I first learned to hold a pencil. …My first ‘book’ I wrote at the age of seven and a half. It consisted of five, one sentence pages, all sown together with purple yarn . . .

‘My Book

When I am old I will write a pearl.

The pearl will be 25,000 miles wide because it will circle the world in one second.

It will be the smallest thing which can do that, small as a pea under 20 mattresses.

That is why it will be a pearl.

Then the world will know what is has forgotten, and I will be gone.’

                                                         *

These are the titles of the next five ‘ragged writings’ /poems:  

In the Light of Innocence

From My Falling 

Willowed Stream

In Another Form

The Two Parts of Thought