Stones

Stones Since I have some of the polished gems in the rock store I began to think about what the stones looked like before being polished. The store had several rocks on display showing the before and after, and I realized that if you do not know what you're looking for, you can easily be a precious gem. I also thought, how often we have someone because they are "normal" and what might be missing because we do not know their "inner person". So these stones in a poem.StonesLike Polishers We are thrown back and forth, Bouncing off each other While wearing our coers and edges. Sometimes the sharpness of other injuries Sometimes there are those who have been violated, But, as our borders become easier, Our glossy surface. What was hidden in a clear gray rock began to show Its true color. We are encouraged to With our colleagues cup Redundant and some of them As a result of the drabness of their hands. But now the stones are That shine the brightest. Think of diamonds. It is a simple crystal Until it is broken, cut and shaped Within them glow. Also, there will be hunted and Cut and shaped, In order to obtain our brilliance. God, the master stonemason Sees in our outer shell bleak The beauty hidden inside. Thanks God.Copyright February 2005Fran Watson