To See, or Not To See

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Rich

is the soul

whose heart can see

that even life’s coldest path

is sprinkled with

diamonds

Winter Waiting

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Small felt smaller still after

being buried alive, wrapped

Egyptian style in layers

bred of cold desperation.

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Much energy was wasted

fuming, whining, recounting

tales of those whose days were filled

with blue skies and toes in sand,

Paradise lost; squirming drove

Small deeper into her grave,

tied icy anchors to hopes

that hell had frozen over.

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Large watched in compassionate

silence. Grieving. Waiting for

Small’s heart to thaw. He sent his

love in diamonds, reflective

prisms in hues carved by age-

old mysteries into shards

of brilliance, setting each stone

with a jeweller’s practised eye,

glowing treasures at her throat.

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He waits still. Small sags, sulky,

snow-blind. But patience lives where

love glitters; Large wipes her tears

with rainbows, crowns her mornings

with gentle soliloquies

cooed by mourning doves,

harnessing the Chinook winds

to end her hibernation.

Diamonds

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As carbon lies in hidden tombs,

the weight of the world on its shoulder,

its cells align, and, groaning deep,

its troubles make it smolder;

but as the pressures bearing down

create unbearable stresses,

from earthen womb bursts forth a gem

of diamond-studded tresses.

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As your hope lies in hidden tombs,

the weight of the world on its shoulder,

its cells align, begin to weep,

for troubles make it smolder;

but as the pressures bearing down

create unbearable stresses,

from spirit’s womb bursts forth a gem

transformed, by pain’s successes.

 

 

 

 

Witness to a Coronation

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Lightning kisses  gem-crusted crown,

alights upon noble forehead;

sunrise slowly smolders,

clasps clusters of diamonds

around royal throat.

Epaulettes are embellished

with sparkling insignia,

waist encircled with sash of sapphires.

Trousers lit by torch-lit tourmaline,

shoes polished to a singular sheen

until

King Ash is resplendent

head to toe.

Solitary,

I watch,

enthralled by the pomp

and splendour,

witness to a

Coronation.

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I had a front-row seat to the most magnificent sunrise ever to strike the face of a hoar-frosted earth this morning!  I was brought to tears as I realized that I was witnessing a coronation of sorts.  As Jacob did of old, I ‘leaned on my staff and worshipped’…

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Diamonds in the Snow

Diamonds scattered in the snow,

Twinkle, twinkle, tiny stars;

Viewing life through children’s eyes,

Look how rich we really are!

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When my daughter was small, she pointed out the snowy diamonds with the delight peculiar to tiny children, declaring, “Mommy, we’re rich!”  I will never forget this life lesson – or its charming teacher!