Diamond Mining

Once my heart was overwrought
With stresses of the heat
The vise grip of the carbon fields
Gave utterance to my grief

I had to face the truth of truths
if only to myself
So I sat awhile in the silence of
The pain upon the shelf

For a time, a diamonds tributary
Was pressured and held down
But God the loving lapidary
Designed a precious crown

In His perfect timing
The furnace mantle stoked
Shaped and crafted, then upwelled
Elegance uncloaked

Seasoned in the facets
Of a stronger diamond mold
Now visible to the naked eye
For God reveals his own

Kelly S Griswold
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