Formed under great pressure
In profoundly deep places
Made of the common stuff
Somehow marvelously transformed
Thrilling the heart
When brought to Light
Indestructible
Treasured search of many lives
Cutting through all things
Having many facets
Each one Glorious
Depths of beauty never fully explored
Not meant to be hidden
Under a bushel
But given to others
For their delight and edification
Stunningly, many of your kind
Are blood diamonds
With intense tales
Of suffering coming to the surface
When we see the beauty
Flashing through prism
Pain is forgotten
Except for that One Pain
Paid for us
Now ever shining
With Incomparable Light.
Ever appreciated.
Flashing through the Ages
Evidence of betrothal.
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