Upon my chest, the moonstone pendant sits.
I gaze down at a clear rock streaked with white
and wonder what happened to the glow that
captivated me from the display case.
.
Busy at work,
“I’m sorry,” the lady says, “I don’t mean to stare, but
does your necklace have a light in it?”
“Yes,” another says, “I was wondering that, too.
It’s beaming from your chest! It’s so amazing!
What kind of stone is that?”
.
Moonstone, you teach me a lesson:
While we are looking down at something, we may not see its potential
to reflect a glorious light.
In unexpected moments, a glow reflects what it can be.
Shawn L. Bird 
Beautiful words
Thanks, Geoff.
Fats Waller – By the Light of the Silvery Moon, 1942
From Yours Truly,
DeBorah aka The Human Jukebox
🙂
Thanks DeBorah!
All that shimmers, offers insight.
In this case. It was rather a profound moment! I couldn’t see it, even while they were staring mesmerized.