Saturday, March 1, 2014


Will You take them?
 these pearls, God?
Costume jewelry that they are?
Will You take this strand of things
that matter so to me
strung inside and out with my dreams?

Will You love everything
they are to me--
because You love me--
gently, cup Your hand around mine
til they're truly and only just Yours?

Some are shattered,
near breaking;
Some are brand new;
some worn--

But they are Yours, Lord,

Yes, Yours for the taking

As You are of me--

In exchange for mere plastic--
Your pearls.

Inspired by a story of a little girl receiving real pearls from her daddy, once she surrendered her costume pearls. Unknown source.

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