Talking about tough times. There was once upon a time when the Banks in America had to go on holiday because the Great Depression was terrible and very overbearing that the President had to close down the Banks. That was a trying moment. The tale of a diamond tells about personal challenges we go through in order to transform into the desired outcome of parents,spiritual and political leaders. Enjoy…
Do you know why people prize me
So high? The maker chose it so to be.
I’ll tell you my tale,
Long time ago, when the maker set His scale
Of creation, I was included among
The precious stones as we came along.
Something fascinating happened;
Different degrees of heat and pressure ratings was penned
On our tags, to onyx, quartz, emerald
And all of us were there in general
To get our heat and pressure ratings.
What! I exclaimed, some stones have very low heating
And pressure to transform. My! My!!
I can’t believe this! Mine was very high.
I had to ask my maker, ‘how comes mine is so high?’
He told me that “you are a gem to be prized so high”
So your heat and pressure is different. High
Prize because of your beauty coupled
With utility. You can’t be toppled
By any other stone for beauty and utility.
He told me to go through the fire by availability
And come out refined hard and brilliant,
And become a stone so valiant.
Oh my! The heat is killing me!
I can’t stand the pressure on me!
I cried out, but He said He wants the best for me!
And He knew that He deposited the Best in me.
Only the heat and pressure can bring it out-
For people to see and shout;
“What a beauty!”
They knew not when I was in self pity.
Many have bought me for a fortune-
Even in my rough state for fortunes.
The polishing was tough
Since He wants to smoothen the rough.
Oh me! I cried out but these gifted
Men cut me to shape and lifted-
Me to the highest bidder
To buy me for something better
Than any other can offer,
To suspend upon the breast of the elegant woman
Or find my spearheading the most expensive drilling rigs manned by man.
I knew I suffered,
But it paid off at last.
Many people anxiously fast
All because they want to mine me,
They blast rocks and dam rivers to get me.
Oh! All because of me?
They make do with other stones
Only when they don’t find me among stones.
Many desert wives, homes, towns
Hunting for me in streams to own.
Oh no! I remember somebody
In order to get all of me stabbed his buddy.
Nobody wants to miss me for his own.
I remember somebody, after a big “hunt down”
He went wild with ecstasy in a spasm.
He nearly ran insane, so ebullient, Oh what an organism!
Just because of me, poor me that once-
In a lifetime cried for the heat and pressure so tense.
But now it’s all a story.
I wish mankind will know this path to glory.
And let the maker do as He wish with them.
And get the best out of them.
How I wish I were a human being
I’ll dump myself to Him, seeing-
That He knows more about life
Than I’ll ever think for life.
Oh! Poor man!! Look up to your maker,
He alone can bring out the best in you.
©Genesis 3/12/99
Dedicated to all those who lost their lives in Sierra Leone and other African Countries on account of Blood Diamonds.
Apostle (Dr) Genesis A. Dawuda DD (Hons)KSA
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