Treasured Jewel
Flickering shafts of early sunshine
Skim across endless waves.
Crests of jade are converted into
Diamond studded necklaces
Glimmering in brilliant array.
All there for her taking.
Tongues of waves caress the shore,
Laying a soft, golden carpet,
Of praiseful submission before her feet,
Inviting her to press her tender soul,
And embed her essence,
Into this moment of truth.
The Light of the risen Son catches her eye.
She turns, looks, she knows.
Her new dawn has come.
This moment to be sanctified,
As she holds its entrancing beauty
And embraces the hope offered therein.
There is no deception or magic here.
No smoke, no mirrors or glossy brochure.
Nothing to beckon the false or weak willed.
There is but the hard earned
Honour and the concealed glory
Known only through suffering and sorrow.
Her new day has dawned,
The promised renewal awaits.
She is who she always was,
Only more so now for the time has come
For this most precious, treasured Jewel,
To step into her freedom as never before.
Her bare foot takes its stand,
Soft moist sand is parted
and her destiny is claimed.
A past closes behind
as her other foot rises.
Her being shifts and her soul is filled.
Skim across endless waves.
Crests of jade are converted into
Diamond studded necklaces
Glimmering in brilliant array.
All there for her taking.
Tongues of waves caress the shore,
Laying a soft, golden carpet,
Of praiseful submission before her feet,
Inviting her to press her tender soul,
And embed her essence,
Into this moment of truth.
The Light of the risen Son catches her eye.
She turns, looks, she knows.
Her new dawn has come.
This moment to be sanctified,
As she holds its entrancing beauty
And embraces the hope offered therein.
There is no deception or magic here.
No smoke, no mirrors or glossy brochure.
Nothing to beckon the false or weak willed.
There is but the hard earned
Honour and the concealed glory
Known only through suffering and sorrow.
Her new day has dawned,
The promised renewal awaits.
She is who she always was,
Only more so now for the time has come
For this most precious, treasured Jewel,
To step into her freedom as never before.
Her bare foot takes its stand,
Soft moist sand is parted
and her destiny is claimed.
A past closes behind
as her other foot rises.
Her being shifts and her soul is filled.
3 Comments:
Greetings Pete to you down in Auzzie and thank you for stopping by on my blog.
This peom is great and yes indeed it captures the freedom of legalism, stepping barefoot into the sea of life and the transformation that happens when you begin to walk that way.
I am really glad you connected and shared.
Hi Steph, Thank you for your presence and, Yes, it is good to be connected and to share of our faith journey.
Tracie, good to see you too, and you are most welcome to post it on your BB, with the usual acknowledgement, etc. Hey, how is your NoNoWriMo going?
Peter
Hi Tracie,
Good to know your novel is making progress. Sounds like fun and, as I have said somewhere before, completely beyond my ability. Good for you too!
PP
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