Treasure Of The Sea Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

Beauty is- as beauty does not as outward beauty looks.
It’s not as the envious or spiteful who robe like a crook.

I dreamt that I was lovely; but on the outside few did see.
The world sold-out of gifted fuzzies; kindness wasn’t free.

Protected, I was rapped in the Pearl of humanity’s sea.
Twas usual that I could see out, but few really saw me.

Eventually, I sank slowly to the very bottom of God’s Heart.
Dust and sand quickly cleared the floor, the ocean to part.

When I opened my eyes, there was I: ‘A Lighthouse-Cross.’
The weaves not longer rocked me and I was sight for the lost.