Somewhere in the house,
Lurking in amongst the crumbs and hair
That gather on the floor
Is a diamond.
A beautiful, clear, 1/3 carat diamond.
What differentiates it from the particles that are to be vacuumed up and disposed of?
Is it its size?
No, it’s smaller than a stray popcorn seed and not much bigger than a large crumb.
Is it it’s weight?
Certainly not, it weighs the same as any stone of a similar size.
Is it its appearance?
No. It’s appearance is like a small piece of glass, or salt crystal.
What truly differentiates it is its value in the eyes of its owner.
It’s a precious stone to signify a lifelong commitment.
It’s a priceless gift from a lover.
It represents the gleam in his eye.
Irreplaceable.
To be wanted, to be loved.
Here comes a mouse.
After the coast is clear, he shuffles out of his hiding spot,
Following the wall.
He sniffs the assortment of objects,
And then sees the diamond.
He sniffs it and then stares into it, seeing his reflection.
He moves on, hoping to find something of greater value.
A piece of popcorn, a cracker perhaps.
Something to sustain him.
The mouse is not interested in the diamond.
The diamond’s value in the eyes of the woman is priceless,
In the eyes of the mouse, is worthless.
In the same way, your value in the eyes of some people is high,
In the eyes of others is worthless.
But in the eyes of the lover of your soul, priceless.
So when you’re lost and wandering amongst the trash, you’re priceless.
And when you’re set in the ring on the finger of God, you’re priceless.
It’s a matter of perspective.
But where is the diamond?
Where are you?