Oh, where is my pearl?
Oh, where is my star trapped beneath the earth, my pearl?
Oh, how can I see even a twinkle of myself without light?
Oh, when will the only-begotten moon shine the way, that bright child?
Think, recall the words spoken to my heart from that lamb child
Think, recall the words “seek, and you will find” and now I see my pearl
Think, recall the words “Up an arise from your sleep” and now I see light
Yes, I remember my home island called “Pleroma” or “Fountain of Light”
Yes, the fountain where all pearls come from, whose king is a child
Yes, the anointed son of sunlight, will unearth my lost pearl
Oh, unveil my pearl, you light child of gold, in this morning so bright
Copyright © David Hyatt-Bickle | Year Posted 2023
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