Precious
She fingered
Her Precious Gift
Running over ever
Edge and Crack.
She thought of
the history it represented.
The joys,
The pains.
It's meaning
Was immeasurable
Unattainable
Sacred.
But then
Thieves came in
And took it
Almost no trace.
The woman
Searched feverently
Her Precious Gift was
Lost.
Under every
Rock
On every
Surface.
She searched
The Earth
The Ocean
The Heavens.
Never stopping,
Never Pausing,
Never Overlooking,
Never-Ending.
Until she
Found it.
Her Precious Gift,
Memory, Meaning.
Heart filling
With joy,
She shared her news
With all she met.
...
Just like the
Lady of her Precious Gift
The God of Israel
Treasures something.
He wrote
It's history
Knows it's joys,
It's pains.
The Meanings are
Immeasurable
Impossible
Sacred.
Thieves came
and kidnapped
them
Almost no trace.
But He calls
It's name
an Unstoppable
Never-ending Search.
Until it Listened
Came back
To It's
Father's Arms.
And He
and all His
People, Angels,
Rejoice.
The 'it' is no it.
It's you and me.
Every he and she
We are Treasures.
And He'll never stop looking
Until He's found every one
of Us.
We're sacred.