Search for it as hidden; dig for it as buried.
Treasure unimaginable, I speak of!

Peel back the veil of mortal stain we call logic
and find the real wisdom (He has a name).

This king returns your meagre offering:
gold of Ophir, aromatic gum, balm of myrrh.
One hundred talents and all the gems she brought with her.

This is why we worship.
Such a sovereign inspires forfeit.


View the painting that inspired the poem.

July 20, 2018 — Alexandra Hunter
Tags: poetry