Through the blazing, white-hot fire I chance upon a gold most pure.
The greatest Find, all opposition has, and will, endure.
After unbelievable pressure the finest diamond takes its form.
The path, so rarely chosen, resultant gem far beyond the norm…
If I were a jeweler, searching for the greatest find,
I’d want a stone so brilliant one long look could turn me blind.
I would know that such a treasure
Through highest pain and stress would pass-
Blackest coal is transformed into a diamond, clear as glass.
…I leave it here, and then retreat
Through every layer, level, shade.
I begin to sense that some sacred, eternal law I’ve disobeyed.
Upon the shadowed walls hints of hurting pasts are shown.
Pains and scars frightfully real, yet rarely seen or known.
Daring to come closer, I feel I’ve seen this once before-
Mist-shrouded, it is a Mirror in the shape of my heart’s door.
Hand trembling, I reach out and grasp a knob more cold than ice.
Through the door I now have opened, I view an endless paradise.
I glance back at the deep and dark through which I had to go.
Light of paradise illuminates what I’d never thought to know.
By hurt and pain endured are changed forever eyes to See
The living, glowing jewel I seek has always lived in me…
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