That Precious Stone
“No one worth possessing/Can be quite possessed;/
Lay that on your heart,/ My young angry dear;
This truth, this hard and precious stone.“
- Excerpt from Sara Teasdale’s “Advice To A Girl”
That Precious Stone
I am that precious stone
described so beautifully by
a poetess, deceased, whose wisdom shone,
so listen now, and grasp me well. . . .
My grace can make you sigh.
Though a treasure, I am not frail.
The boldest of all souls I can make cry.
I’m truth; I can be hard and cold.
A love affair may fail,
but love is not to be controlled.
Gaze long; my glitter, icy white, will tell
you of the view you need to know.
More valuable than gold,
the wisdom I possess can flow
from me to you. Against your heart, just hold
me, taking in my energy!
Then let your knowledge show,
for truth, you know, can set you free.
Pure love inside you finally will grow.
Once grasped, my essence is your own.
(Inspired by Sara Teasdale's poetry
and the "Stoned Contest" of Catie Lindsey)
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