Beauty

Beauty…

Rays of Sunshine

Myth of Humanity

Truth untold

Treasures unfold in the world’s outstretched hand

Am I the ruby?

Perhaps the Emerald?

Could I look like a diamond or an amethyst?

No.

I believe my life

amounts to a grain of sand,

A crystal of filth too small to see.

Value, have I?

Not in this wounded mind can I

Trust such visions of loveliness,

 to include such a wretch as I

But none so divine,

None so admired

as this story of mine.

Once, a single grain of sand

I lost my way and was snatched from land

Who or what could this captor be?

I succumbed to the pain and sang ‘Woe is me’

I lived in that darkness and believed its grasp would forever last

Until one moment of liberation occurred

 In brought such light of magnitude

The purest of love and hope too.

 In pain and agony the jaws of my walls were snatched away.

Leaving me naked, confused, exposed.

Then with the gentlest touch

I was lifted from my pit

To find that I was valued yet

I had been changed, transformed from within my shell

A worthless piece of earth thought I

No longer a valueless piece of dust was I.

Without understanding or knowing the struggle

The darkness had changed to light

I was misshapen no longer, but perfect in His sight.

To any onlooker, they’d never discover

That as His fingers unfurled

That which once had been dust,

was now a beautiful pearl

Redeemed was I, changed from within

So when there are those who are feeling lowly

And full of beauty lust

I can tell them… I also began as dust.