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Form Object
Spiritual Poetry by Susan Weaver
www.itswrite4you.com
www.itswrite4you.com
THE PEARL
A speck of dust you would not see
So insignificant
Yet time takes hold and patiently
A miracle is sent
As it grows with layers strong
Opaque and creamy white
This tiny sphere lies quietly
And nestled out of sight
No one knows what has occurred
A miracle so sweet
And yet this pearl will takes it place
Though eyes will never meet
But does its worth seem any less
Because it lives so deep
And out of sight no one can know
The secret that it keeps
Are we not pearls who walk this land?
And hide our purpose here
Just as the pearl in fathoms deep
Anonymous in fear
There is beauty in each one
A miracle from birth
Opaque and hiding from this life
But filled with much great worth
A speck of dust you would not see
So insignificant
Yet time takes hold and patiently
A miracle is sent
As it grows with layers strong
Opaque and creamy white
This tiny sphere lies quietly
And nestled out of sight
No one knows what has occurred
A miracle so sweet
And yet this pearl will takes it place
Though eyes will never meet
But does its worth seem any less
Because it lives so deep
And out of sight no one can know
The secret that it keeps
Are we not pearls who walk this land?
And hide our purpose here
Just as the pearl in fathoms deep
Anonymous in fear
There is beauty in each one
A miracle from birth
Opaque and hiding from this life
But filled with much great worth