As I picked up some of the polished gemstones in the rock store I began to think about what the stones looked like before they were polished. The store had several rocks on display showing the before and after and I realized that unless you knew what you were looking for, you could easily pass by a valuable gemstone. I also thought about how many times we pass by someone because they look "ordinary" and what we might be missing because we don't get to know their "inner person". Thus this poem.
Stones
Like stones in a polisher
 We are tossed to and fro, 
 bouncing off each other
 while wearing off our rough edges.
 Sometimes the sharpness may hurt others,
 sometimes we are the ones being hurt,
 but as our edges become smoother,
 our surface becomes shinier.
 What was once hidden
 in plain grey rock begins to show
 its true colours.
 We may have paused to look
 at our fellow tumblers
 and dismissed some of them 
 because of the drabness of their coats.
 But now they are the stones
 that shine the brightest.
 
 Think of the diamond.
 It is just a simple crystal
 until it is broken, cut and shaped
 to reveal its inner brilliance.
 We too are being tossed and turned
 cut and shaped,
 in order to reveal our brilliance.
 God the master stone cutter
 sees within our drab outer covering
 to the hidden beauty within.
 Thanks be to God.
Copyright February 2005
Fran Watson, 
 http://www.franwatson.ca, 
 http://www.franwatson.ca, 
 http://www.franwatson.ca
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