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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
Copyright ©
Lonna Blodgett
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