“The Parable of the Hidden Treasure”

A poem inspired by scripture – See Matthew 13:44 NIV

My whole life I pined for knowledge

of the land I come from and the story I’m promised

Your time has been kind though I’ve wandered

to the ends of her rivers and back and all over

Behind all my reason encamped these certain ponderings

virtuous as her nightlight in cornrows of standing water

My love of her firs knows

where my treasure is:

My whole heart is rooted in Diana.

@bykaileyann

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