X marks a treasure.
As kids, we loved making fake treasure maps. We’d burn the edges, and our fingers, to make the map look old. We’d draw a few landmarks from the yard and then an X where the treasure would be. Sometimes, we might even bury a treasure for each other.
X marks a man.
In the days with more illiteracy, an X was accepted on documents, signifying the consent of an adult unable to sign their name.
X marks the sun. It was an amazing pic and make me thankful I always carry my camera in my purse. With a flick of the lens caps and a click of an itchy trigger finger, my memory was captured forever.
This is what I really saw
as my heart burned within me and
Creation preached to my soul.
X marks the Son, the Treasured Man.