It was there all along.
Waiting, dormant, yearning to be
Layer upon layer.
Anger, mistrust, grief, envy
Continually threatened to choke it out,
To tamp it down, to crush and curse any type of growth.
But then, just a Hand, scooping out all this
Poor soil, filled with mildew and maggots and must,
He found that buried treasure.
The gleaming gift of gold, enfolded in fine linens
And ornate tapestries that tell the story of everlasting life.
JOY was unwrapped.
With unceasing depth and brilliant clarity.
There all along, just needing to be
Unearthed and delivered through this
Refined heart of mine.
I'm linking up with Dayle at Simple Pleasures.
Linking up with Emily at if eden murmurs.