Matchless Worth

Your worth

Is like conflict diamonds

Rid with controversy

Yet men killed to possess it

Your worth

Is all at once, regal

Like corn on the cob

Or like the bald-head eagle

Angels envy your worth

The scent of frankincense

Is sensed in your essence.

Your worth

Is the blood of God

Snaking down the leg of the cross

Into the soil of Golgotha

Your worth's immortal.

Akpan