Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls: who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it. -Matt. 13:45-46

Starting out as nothing,
Small   dark   worthless                  trapped
An irritation.
So frustrated, yet
growing and needing

to be rescued from the dark.

Far off, unknown to you in your dark cage
One is coming.
He’s left His home
His position
His power
His pride
To find… you.

You grow and need,
it’s such a struggle,
and it hurts.
The dark cage shrinks.
You can’t move.

Light breaks through.


Hands bloodied by the search gently
grab you, pull you and hold you
in a new comforting dark.

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