Shaped by the suffering of the sea;
Caused by the grit that found its way
Into the former comfort of the shell,
The oyster built around to try
To give itself protection.
Until it ground inside with abject pain-
Each hour, every moment, formed inside,
From the excretions of agony,
A lustrous beauty there to hide,
For some most blest discoverer.
So when I find you, I’ll rejoice,
And tell the world of my great love.
And thrilled to find such beauty rare,
I’ll tell the heavens’ stars above,
Of the pearl that I have found.
Mark J. Humber.
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