Treasures Resting in the Rough

By lupus tenebrae

Relics; dust-clad treasures
Unearthed from attic heights, their
Must like the vestige of golden years left to
Mingle at the pulpit in
A phantom congregation. Sunlit tendrils
Glint through the scrambled tint of faberge, in-
Effable and resting in the rough whilst saccharine

Scents cling like stubborn perfume; fresh-baked
Ambrosia kneaded by the
Lent hand of Heaven, descended from its
Everlasting light.

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Published on Sunday, April 24, 2016. Filed under: "Tribute" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

An acrostic piece written in tribute of an annual church rummage sale I attend every year.

Comments on "Treasures Resting in the Rough"

On Friday, April 29, 2016, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

"fresh-baked Ambrosia kneaded by the Lent hand of Heaven, descended from its Everlasting light" - as always, lovely imagery and work! Ciao, T/S
On Sunday, April 24, 2016, dwells (4177) wrote:

I thought this might be about golf from the title alone, so was duped into a chuckle as I read onward Wolfie. I wonder now if church rummage sales are something special in the Lord's eyes - apart from generating money for worthy causes. Beware the money-changers in the temple and cheers! - Dan