"My Heart is a Treasure Chest."

My heart is a Treasure Chest,
Wood swollen with salty tears and dried with love;
Softened by wormholes,
Pitted by sharp teeth.
Affected but undestroyed,
Armoury of iron bars corroded yet intact.
Treasured gold within, laid up by following
The timeless map of truth.

Escape to new landscapes
Found through the ancient pattern.
The Book battered and worn,
Marked on each page with enlightenment,
Every map pointing to the same eternal goal,
The true treasure
The Pearl of Great Price
Precious in life
And ever more in death.

Padlocked until opened by God;
He alone has the key.
A lifetime of experiences stored securely
Until He tips them out and they are poured over,
So we, poring, see life through His eyes.
Revealing His vision.

He commands me to share what I see,
He equips me, giving me His power,
Showing me powerful patterns replicating that which had gone before,
But with greater imagery, filled with His authority,
Revealing His image.


I have seen the Creator building on His creation;
Building it up with increasing complexity
Till He returns to His first solid creation, the earth
And uses it to make His final masterpiece, man,
Completing the circuit that circumvents time and eternity.


Kittie Carr