Pearl

 

Ah, to be a pearl
The deep guttural longing
To be beheld as beautiful
Or of value
That sits in the pit of the soul

But, I think

I see now

What I am

Is a grain of sand

Rough; insignificant

But I've tried

To make myself appealing

To see that I matter

These hoax-games we play

To try to meet the ancient yearning

Of self-significance

But there is a magic

In a way

In which that speck of irritant (that is me)

Can become something 

Unexpectedly

Glorious

Surrender

Not work harder, do more, be better

Surrender~ to the futility

Of doing it on it's own

Come into the presence of

Something greater

Bathe

Layer by layer

Slow year turning on slow year

(etched in being like the rings of a tree)

In the One 

That knows how to make

Speechless, otherworldly 

Beauty

Abide at the feet of

The source of all value

Patiently; sometimes desperately

And some day

You may find

With no way to brag

As you've not done the magic at all

(But rather, only saw clearly to be humble)

You're a pearl

Haloed in glory and beloved