It lies cold and still,anxiously awaiting its time
in the ancient sanctuary of an ethereal,timeless tomb
carefully wrapped in the silvery tattered gauze of
eternal peace, a piercing prophesy of wonderful tidings
of precious glorious joy.
Its shimmering heavenly words of hope dance upon the putrid
air of its stony prison deep within the earth hoping
for the chance to reveal the glory of its messianic message
to the whole of mankind.
Tensely it patiently awaits the sacred opening of its dark
crypt of death and decay to be loosed from its dank tomb
of buried and long forgotten timeless treasures so that at
long last it may finally reveal to the world the sweet love
that could be had if would finally learn to treat each other
with the respect,kindness,and charity that is steeped in the
Father's holy love.
Donavon Scott Vinson