Diamond Mining

Once my heart was overwrought
With stress and sought relief
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, the diamond tributary
Was pressured and held down
But God, His loving lapidary
Designed a precious crown
In perfect timing He beheld
By furnace warm and stoked
Shaped and crafted, then upwelled
Elegance, uncloaked
Seasoned in the facets of
A stronger diamond mold
Now visible to naked eye
For God reveals His own
Kelly S Griswold

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