Jewels in the Dung Heap

And there,
in the midst of the dung heap
a simple pearl, formed thru travail and trial,
given birth to by Lady Wisdom.

Daddy died and farm lost
and fresh start which was so scary…
perhaps just the beginning
of the end?

But a flock of friends,
well, really just one oyster
swallowed this solitary sand grain
and made a pearl


lelo on low,
on medium,
lelo on high
angels we have heard on high


So simple, yet so rare
in the dung of narcissistic natter.
and the tumult fades,
drowned out like flames soused
by living waters.


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