What’s at stake?
from whom am i protecting my treasure my secrets my precious ammunition leverage for mutual tranquility? against what do i protect them? judgment ridicule theft breakage healing? if i must protect against judgment ridicule or theft from the people who know me well enough to get close enough to even know i have this coffer, should they be the people who are allowed that close? if what's hidden within is already broken judged ridiculed or missing pieces and parts from previous thieving, insult or carelessness how will the healing come unless i throw open the lid to the One who knows just how soul-sick my secrets can make and keep me
The Great Love hovers near offering to overturn all judgment silence all ridicule repay any theft and repair all breakage so that coffers chests and caskets might forever be thrown wide so that meaning comes from the chaos within so that imagination tames the void so that new dreams new visions new treasure new life rises out of the release