The Crimson Convenant

She placed the small embellished table Beside the open window igniting its red glow As the natural light poured through Spurring witness with exquisite detail That begged for hands to caress and touch Its spiritually ornate expression and artful fate For It Was Crafted by the peasant master's hands In the spirit of the Berbers nomadic karma The unforgiving wood was promised by prophesy Taken from the Thuya Tree in ancient Agidar On the shores of Socotra in the Erythrean Sea East of Somalia and south of Yemen To Become the Consecration Its facade reflected in carved mandalas Of symmetrical symbols of absolute portrayel Inlaid with bone spirits unearthed from the desert And the prized gold of ancient mariners Left behind in their exit from this unwelcome land Found and exhumed by thieves and tribal warriors Taken to the Alter of Prayer Religiously enacted and crafted by the Shaman master Revealing the story of his people's search for eternal peace Where these hard skinned tribes of the arid land Were the mystic travelers and nomads Living for the consecration of their souls To pass into the eternal bonds of heaven Given to God Stained with the spirit of crimson marrow From the communal blood sap of the Dragonblood Tree Its fire came alive and glowed with this holy passion As the inheritance of this light of ages passed one to the other Bequeathed without royalty and foretold to bear its keeper The keys to the kingdom May 20, 2020