Gems in the dust

People, faces…hurrying, scurrying

Walking, talking…working, wanting

It was a day destined to be different

When I knelt to rest from the burdens on the Way

My back was aching

My heart was lonely

The heat of the day had scorched my brow…

And then I saw it

A small stone with an unusual shape

Was catching the rays of the sunlight

In such a way that it shone brightly

I picked it up – how dirty it was…

With careful strokes I cleaned the dust away – it sparkled

I held it up against the light

And it reflected a glorious lustre – could this be a jewel?

As I contemplated the next steps for my new found treasure,

I straightened my back and looked beyond the horizon

My lonely heart rejoicing –

From deep inside I heard the Master Builder’s Voice

“From such cast away stones I build My House,

For they are but gems in the dust.”

Written by: Yulande Oosthuyzen

1 Peter 2: 4 – 10