For Your
Eyes are open,
Yet You
Can't see,
What's so obviously
Within Your reach.
Take the blinders off
For You're
Left empty-handed.
For Your
Need to access superficialities,
You've lost
The importance
Of reality.
For What's real?
Though,
God says,
Dear child,
For You're
Seeking treasures
Of stone.
For Rare Equals Gold,
Is The
Precious availability
Of pure gold,
For Godly handcrafted.
