He found this treasure in a field;
He found the pearl beyond all price;
He found a vast, wide treasure store.
He ran to tell his friends.
He found the map that showed the way,
A map enclosed behind locked doors.
He broke the lock and stole the map;
He took it over borders far.
He faced down bishops, fled from kings
Who wished the treasure to be hid.
They took his life but did not win,
For now we hold that treasure too.
The Consolations of Writing 