scribe cares
not who reads
his precious scrolls
in his lifetime words
are written on parchment
carefully each prayed over line
in black ink
dried in scribe
room desert air
later scrolls will be
gathered up sealed in
community
made clay jars
hidden in nearby caves
to sleep sleep over long centuries
then only then
after ages pass
will clay jars be
discovered sealed
scrolls
be unrolled
sacred words
be read as testament
to the truth of prophecy
accuracy of exact copied
inspired words prophetic books
given dictated to prove to lost
later
generations
that God was
is will always be
living
in eternity
outside time
creator of universe
the world waits
to gather his children
up to bless
them with their original
intended
destiny
as children
created in image
of God
destined
to see heavens
waiting
to receive
them when
they time chosen
depart earth
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem