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"A Buried Treasure"
On a day quite dark and dreary causing mind and soul to weary I sat beside the fire quite contented with myself I entertained the thought of dozing and my eyes were ever closing Focused vaguely, on a bookcase and the books upon the shelf Yes, books of many volumes forming multi-colored columns Awed my imagination in the secrets they must hold My aimless fingers wandered as through the books I pondered Then, by chance I found one volume that was ragged, torn and old I thought best it be discarded, for the price of time had marred it And it bore a musty odor caused by ever-growing mold But, I happened to discover 'neath the dust upon its cover The inscription "Holy Bible" lettered now, in faded gold So, I probed amongst its pages, with its history of the ages At first, with passing interest, then, transformed to utter awe The story of creation with its wealth of information To the sheer appreciation of God's wondrous, perfect law It told how shepherds trembled when "angelic" forms assembled to bring forth the joyous message of a wondrous, virgin birth Within sin-infested nations, there was need of God's salvation So, Our Lord, with love and mercy, placed His Son upon the earth It told how Peter thrice denied Him; In result they crucified Him Jesus murmured "It is finished" with his last and dying breath His body was imprisoned--Three days later--He is risen And His mission, thus completed, even victory over death I then laid the book beside me--Analyzed the thoughts inside me And I marveled at the message that this great book had to tell Within its beaten cover was a "Treasure" to discover Rich in paradise eternal and escape from Satan's hell Now, I cannot help but wonder of this world so torn asunder In which greed will form a ladder by which man can raise himself Man will go about his labor cheating brother, friend and neighbor While, unopened lies a Bible gathering dust upon a shelf I can draw but one conclusion why we're plagued with such confusion My philosophy is simple, although some might think it odd In man's constant search for pleasure; He's misplaced a priceless treasure A guide for life, for love and happiness, by the greatest author--God! by: Al Lauer (all rights reserved) ©2000 - 2010 Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors. [ Visit My Home Page ] [ Start Your Own Poetry Site ] [ PoetryPoem ] [ Control Panel ] [ Today's Poetry - ALL Poets ] [ POETRY SEARCH ] |
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