CURIOUS INSTRUMENT – Poetry

December 5, 2016

Why is pain a place of change
The burning cauldron real
Melting and then molding
Quite like a piece of steel

The emerald and the diamond
Created in the press
Pressure brings a beauty
No other way can dress

Why is there a hunger
In our heart of hearts
To become all that we can be
Even if it smarts

Pain a curiosity
And I still wonder why
It is the grandest instrument
To cause our hearts to fly

copyright  Jean Chamblee 2010

 

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