no diamonds of dull worth

by Elizabeth de Barros

diamonds


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.

diamonds

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©2014 Elizabeth DeBarros

 

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