This poem was written over twenty years ago, for a class in seminary. The professor encouraged me to publish it, but I didn’t know how. So, I’ve just held onto it, until now. But as Easter draws near this year, I am compelled to share, finally. Here, published for the first time, is my poem, God’s Treasure.
God’s Treasure
by Marchauna Rodgers
Pain pierces her heart with each blow of the hammer
The ring of metal on metal causes an involuntary cringe
Unwillingly, she remembers the treasures.
The first lusty cry, the tender early moments
In her mind’s eye she can see clearly His first
Step, how He tottered, then fell, smile intact.
Oh, she loved Him dearly.
Painfully she remembers the treasures.
On angels’ wings the message came, a son
Would be born, the Christ-child, Messiah, King.
His weak cry for water snaps her back to reality.
Fleetingly she remembers the water turned to wine.
Wistfully she remembers the treasures.
No room in the inn, increasing pain, she knew
There wasn’t much time. The stable, the shepherds,
The infant King. Angels all around to herald
And sing His praises. Did they know, even then,
What she would face one day?
Unwillingly, she remembers the treasures.
“It is finished” He cries. John’s strong arms support
Her. Through her tears she sees the spear.
As pain courses through her body,
She remembers the treasures.
Day turns to night. Reality is lost. The
Promised Messiah, her precious son, is dead.
The dreams of a lifetime, the Kingdom to come
All forfeit to the overwhelming cost of grief.
In her sorrow, she clings to the treasures.
Days pass, can it be true? This day begins early
So much to do. What? The grave is empty?
His Body is gone?! Something is TERRIBLY wrong!
Who is that man, so familiar…she thinks of
Her son. Then, with unbelief and an
Unspeakable joy, Mary eternally embraces God’s Treasure
© Marchauna Rodgers, all rights reserved, April 1, 2015
For the Harvest 
Absolutely amazing. Brought tears to my eyes. I could feel her pain, her questions, her amazement. Thanks, friend, for sharing this. You’re truly gifted.
Thank you, Dayle!! Your words mean more than you know.
What perfect timing for an amazing message that is beautifully depicted in such graphic words.
What else do you have in your reper
toire??
Thank you so much, Carol. This is pretty much it, as far as poems go, at least for now. Perhaps some day…