Treasure

On a quite eve, between Christmas and New Years, lines from an old poem circulated among the stars above as I went for an evening walk. It wishes to be expressed again, to all my treasures, I love you....

Treasure
© 2013 Karla Johnston InnerConstellation.com

You are precious.

Beyond the value of gems, stones, or gold,
and you are not the exception.
Every one, no matter gender, creed or race
is equally worthy.

Every person, animal, thing
that breathes, contracts, expands,
houses the pulse of life
is an absolute miracle.
We are glorious.
Holding the brilliance of creation
or darkening of damnation
in every word we speak.
If we saw, for brief moment, our radiance
we could never commit a harmful act
for the understanding
that we would diminish it.

If we knew our preciousness,
hateful words could not be spoken.
Malice could find no home in us.
No conflict, no battle, no war.
Our one desire, our sole purpose
to tend carefully
this treasured life
and only ever
cherish it.