Hidden Beauty
I know a busy mother
With a thousand daily cares,
Who says each time I meet her,
“I’ve just found some more grey hairs!
It’s the housework and the children,
That are turning my hair grey,
All these problems and pressures,
Are just wearing me away.”
And I wonder as I listen,
While she frets about her curls,
If she had ever looked at a diamond
Or admired the glow of pearls.
If an oyster had a problem
And some sand gets in its shell,
If it covers it with beauty
And makes a pearl as well.
And a worthless lump of carbon
Hidden deep within the earth,
Changes form because of pressure,
And a diamond is given birth.
Without problems and without pressure
They would both have been sand or coal,
So let’s be thankful that our problems,
Can help to make a lovely soul.
~ Author unknown