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.
Fats Waller – By the Light of the Silvery Moon, 1942
From Yours Truly,
DeBorah aka The Human Jukebox
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.