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a piece of Coal
black, hard, dirty, useless, unworthy,
full of death and decaying matter
pressed on all sides
to draw its form
lying deep beneath the world
drinking, breathing in the color
of a moonless midnight
no use, no gift, no light, no life,
just clinging to its pathetic existence
spinning with the earth
through time and space
flying through the empty void
of the universe.
sighs of Coal are exhaled,
unheard, unseen,
looking inward into the center of blackness.

Coal ponders his purpose
  ...what is my purpose?
      ...why am I here?
         ...why was I created?
            ...why do I even exist?
              ...would it make any difference if I were dead?
               ...what is one less hunk of Coal on the planet?

a moment...
a most horrible moment,
dark of black becomes darker still,
day turns to night
earth shakes
curtain tears
a voice cries out
hell is victorious!
Coal shudders with fear,
straining to see any source of light,
grasping to find
the minutest blink of luminescence,
blindness and numbness overcomes,
into emptiness, soul reaches
from the depths of the abyss

Coal is lifted.
upwards glance from the base of the tree
slowly descends a crimson tide.
to heart wounds, voice speaks
much comfort and peace it brings.

"Coal!"
"You are Mine!"
"You are more than you know!"
"You have great worth!"
"For you have not only one purpose, but many!"

"You shall bring warmth as holder of fire."

"You shall bring joy and happiness
when children blacken faces
to play games in the night."

"You will bring healing
as you purify water."

"You shall bring nourishment to plants,
which in turn provides food
and brings rainbow colors into the light."

"You will bring inspiration
when in the artist's hands."

"You shall speak forth good news
when used on stone tablets."

"Oh, there is much more to behold!"
"YOU, Coal, are MORE than you know!"

Coal ponders and lives out created purpose,
on all sides pressure unceasing
while hardly withstanding trials and tests,
pain and suffering,
blood flows down
from hands, feet, and side,
falling, dripping,
Coal receiving,
transforming decaying, rotting matter
into the most precious of all gems
and receives new name

*****DIAMOND HEART!*****

Copyright Pushkva 2003