Watchers in the Night

A gem formed under pressure;

Thoughts and words subservient;

Actions withheld, words restrained

Bridled by unseen value

Rich with depth and untold fathoms

Shaped not given

Formed not born

A measure poured

Pressed down

Priceless and pristine

Gathered with age

Crowned with glory,

white radiance,

Found by those who desire it

Sought by those who posses it

For it gathers to itself,

Like to like,

Where she is absent;

Words are many

The fear of God void

Promises given hastily,

Broken casually,

A lying tongue,

Serpents forked, slithers sultry

A departed trust

A broken faith

Where she is not;

Darkness reigns

Light is absent

And hope is as hidden as shadows in twilight

Who is this we speak of?

What is her hidden form?

Where does she reside?

She hides within the heart of the humble

She slumbers in the righteous soul

She cannot be found apart from God

For the beginning of wisdom is the fear of the Lord