The Treasure
You make me feel
Like a treasure
Long lost
With rusty lock
And seized hinge
Filled with who knows what
Or for how long
That you
The well-timed traveler
Stumbled upon
Broke open with a smile
A touch
A word
A kiss
To reveal within
Beneath ancient coins
Broken gems
Corroded trinkets
Faded clothes
Obscured dreams
Uncertain fears
Missteps
Misadventures
Misunderstandings
A glittering jewel
In which every facet
You are reflected
A spark of Divine origin
Luminous and alive
Full of hope
Promise
Love
How strange
How wondrous
How marvelous
That the treasure within
This aged chest
Is you
Image: “Divine Splendor” by John Stuart Brown
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So filled with hope and home.