Museum Of Sacred Art
© Surazeus
2025 11 11

While digging post holes along the dirt road
to erect barbed-wire fence around his cows,
Scott finds large clay pot buried in thick mud,
so he washes it clean in the cool stream
and sets it on the table by warm hearth
for while he reads books in the leather chair.

Despite adverse spallation of his heart
that suffers impact from teasing of friends,
Scott relates grand tale of discovery
with humble pride of sagacious respect
at how celestial fate revealed his prize
when gold beams pierced dark clouds of ignorance.

While sipping coffee in late evening glow
that shimmers through lace curtain by his head,
Scott explains to every awed visitor
that this clay pot he found by the dirt road
was made at least one thousand years ago
by hands that invented abstract art.

While rubbing gritty side of the clay pot
during revelation of its sacred state,
Scott gawks with unbelieving eyes of faith
when sparkling spirit swirls from hollow pot,
like genie from the lamp Aladdin found,
and glows before him with Plutonian aura.

Surprised at appearance of the star ghost
that incorporates in tall black-haired woman,
Scott listens as her thunder-subtle voice
proclaims her sacred name is Onatah
for she embodies spirit of this land
that nurtures corn with its silky gold hair.

Awed by transcendent beauty of her face
that images fertile soul of the land,
Scott shields his face from her electric glow
which emanates from eyeless mask of love
as radiant gleam on surface of the pot
with heart-transforming sense of timeless truth.

Packing clay pot in sturdy box of faith
wrapped tight with cushioning pads of respect,
Scott transports sacred treasure from his field
to university-funded museum
preserving fragile artefacts of art
in glass cases for people to observe.

As docent in Museum of Sacred Art
where he volunteers after he retires,
Scott narrates to curious visitors
respectful tales of ancient native tribes
that highlight progress in science and art
based on cultured bonds with cycles of nature.

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Orpheus gazes at the clay pot in the glass case and sighs as he remembers how her eyes sparkled when Okwaho showed him how to make this clay pot from river mud.

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