no diamonds of dull worth

by Elizabeth de Barros


Gather up your sorrows

put them in a cup,

pour them on the altar

watch the fire lick them up.


Give to God what is God’s,

to Caesar, the rest –

in Him find solace

your portion will be blessed.


Fret not for tomorrow;

today has enough trouble of its own.

Should God send more sorrow,

 O, diamond, know this:  

 He cuts a brilliant stone.



©2014 Elizabeth DeBarros