A treasure chest is found scattered among the weeds and moss.
To divers it appears at first that all valuables are lost.
Behold, open that lock and look – the vault of gems therein.
To share the prize of these inside, we hardly can begin.
Their worth exceeds the picture drawn, if searchers truth they seek.
They need to delve in deeper, not accepting mere small peek.
Glimmering among the jewels, the pearl, in all its stride.
Its essence makes you desire more, so you eagerly peer inside.
The coat of this gem, a distinctive placement rare,
Makes everything contained look dainty and fair.
The pearl of great price, displaced from his royal throne,
Appeared in our midst, long ago seeking to atone.
His presence made our darkness light,
And in him all wrong can be made right.
Close to his chest are the stones of allure,
They hang as gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
He covers us in the shadow of his hand, an oyster asleep.
Enfolds around us protection and care, where he knows we’ll keep.
In that shell is a comfort from the storm, a shield from rage.
And in our time of youth-loved thought, this one will never age.