Amber - fossilised resin: Picture from Pixabay
Amber scoured by the sea with insects trapped by the resin
might look like this when cut and polished.
Treasure Hunt
To occupy the children,
we invited them to search
among the tiny pebbles
for drops of yellow worth.
For amber, with its beauteous
clarity and sheen,
imprisoning tiny fossils
of creatures long since seen.
Those microscopic insects
entrapped in resin flow,
link eager-minded children
to aeons long ago:
some thirteen thousand decades
have passed since those small lives
succumbed to trees’ extrusions,
to become a jewellery prize.
Soon after these entrapments,
bipedal hominem
stepped out towards the future
of homo sapiens.
And God’s astounding weavings
from land and sea and flesh
began to need Salvation
from a self-destructive weft.
Our children hold these hist’ries
within their trembling hands;
they little know the wonder
uncovered ‘midst the sand.
It falls to us with learning,
far deeper than of yore,
to open up the wonders
their treasure holds in store.
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Other poems, meditations and songs with a SCIENCE & FAITH theme can be accessed HERE