The Pearl
by aylin{FS}

The currents of life are uncontrolled.
Many seas are traveled by a single grain of sand.
ever onward it goes, tossed and helpless,
from one sea to another.
It's viewed the shimmering moon
from high on the back of a gull.
Then plummeted again
to be tossed onto a rocky crag.
All seemed hopeless, when
the rage of winds swept it up again,
but a soft breeze saved it
and carried it gently to a warm shoal.
But the Powers that Be, seemed to
abandon the tiny insignificant granular.
Tossed again.
It floated helpless,
sideways,
up and down.
Kindly currents pushed it upwards.
but still it sank to the depths.
All is lost it thought.
I am on the bottom, trapped,
and can never more see
the brightness of light.
But time smiled on the grain of sand.
For in that place,
was a new beginning.
With care, and time,
and the mysteries of the ages,
the grain begins a transformation.
Suddenly the simple grain of sand
has a chance.
As it rests in its safe new home,
it feels the freedom long sought.
After all the turmoil,
all the seas, the tossing, the fury,
its found safety in the confines
hat binds it.
And so it begins.