Treasure Chest

To find a compass and to increase the temperature.

I am in tears. The vast storehouse of eternity stands before me and I weep. Oh, that goodness of God! — as in a starry host, a mystical whispering cloud, a book of life. For years have I thought myself dead, but today I kneel alive. Alive! as in the shout of triumph. Alive! as in a song. Alive! as in a rapture of joy and thanksgiving.

When I took of the fruit, I seduced my husband. When I indecently fell upon my knees, I gave an alabaster, the scent of my past mingled with mercy and light. I submitted to my Master and pled at His feet with tears. I felt His virtue run through my secret parts. I carry the scent of His seed, and I am not afraid of the accusation of the wicked. Had I nothing, yet would I have this treasure.

Tear the members if you will, yet should I live. I worship the God Almighty, the LORD of hosts, the King of kings, Holy of holies, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.

Consecrated, I freely partake of His fruit upon me. I blaspheme not, neither shall my enemies hearsay, for He knoweth my frames and comings.

Ode to Passover Dinners

Ode to the Lord of Sabaoth

Ode to the Sun of Righteousness

Ode to the New Moons

Ode to the Sabbath

I say, Ode to the New Earth

Ode to Jerusalem

Ode to Christ, my father and Eve, my mother, and to Martha and Orpah, my sisters.

I am the bride.