There was a pearl...
...an exquisite jewel, a work of art so
magnificent-its inviting beauty so captivating-that once beheld the memory
lingered forever, always beckoning the beholder to return to it, to bask once
more in its magnificent radiance.
To gaze upon its beauty was to behold a bite sized bit of paradise.
Reflected from its dark surface was every colour of the rainbow-shimering, moving,
dancing to some ancient rhythm-unheard by most but experienced by all-beautiful in its mystery. The light-dance spoke of lives past and loves
to come… of war and friendship and hope…of triumph and defeat…of simple things and
complexities beyond comprehension…of regrets and hopes…The light-dance spoke of LIFE!
There were those who sought to own the pearl, not for its
beauty but for their own pride. In their care the pearl soon lost its luster;
its lights faded and all that could be seen was its dark surface.
Then...it was returned to its rightful owners and for a moment
there was hope-the dancing lights flared up...! But only fleetingly. They that
should have cared for the pearl-nurtured it back to its breathtaking beautiful
self-used it even worse...
The pearl faded and waited to die…
One can still catch the occasional flash of dancing lights
across the pearl’s dull cracked surface-a brief flare of rainbow in motion-a
reminder, a promise that all is not lost…
Someday...
Someday, the pearl will live again and the
light-dance shall be seen by all to the ends of the earth.
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