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.
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Give to God what is God’s,
to Caesar, the rest –
in Him find solace
your portion will be blessed.
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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.
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©2014 Elizabeth DeBarros
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