Let’s make pearls

A little irritation
uninvited
an intrusion
into my molluscan world,
my self-contained,
happy-life
being.

A foreign entity,
splinter-like,
has invaded
my oyster window
of opportunity,
tickling,
prickling.

Instinctive reaction,
self-protection,
mantle action,
nacre oozing out,
covering,
disguising
the intruder.

Like a spider webbing
its captured insect,
and layering
its body over,
I wrap it round,
and round again,
enclosing it.

Its point of pain
now dulled, subdued,
is covered
iridescent,
in slow layers
of pearl.

From irritation,
my agitation,
a contribution
to the splendour
of God’s world.
A pearl,
of great price.

A fine adornment,
a gleaming jewel
for a royal throat,
in elegance,
catching light,
in pearly sheen
a delight.

My irritation,
my cruel invader,
transformed,
made new.
From infliction
to benediction.
Redemption.

Our irritations,
exasperations,
thorns in flesh
may make us bitter,
be a quitter,
steal our joy,
our minds employ.

Or be change agents,
building mettle
moulding pearls,
from sows’ ears,
from vexation
to soul food,
growing grace.

Let’s make pearls.

© Ellen Carr 2012

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