Natural Resources

By Stephen Jackson

Stop worrying.
And you’ll lose a vital resource.

Diamonds don’t sparkle underground
But the Earth always shines under the sun
Certain as darkness burns into dawn.

Pearls lack glamour on the sea bed
But the moon will pull the sandy shore
Certain as day liquefies to night.

Opal shimmers not in earth’s cracks
But light diffracts across our vision
Certain as sunsets warm twilight eyes.

Worries have always grown in the cave of our soul
Stalactites formed after years of instinct’s delicate drip.

But like expensive diamonds,
worries can scratch and leave scars.
See them as a problem and you’ll likely dissolve
See them as a resource and your problems will be solved.

So wipe the dust from the corners of your eyes
Consider worries as instinct in disguise.
Harnessing energy, a gift from Mother Nurture
More valuable than any jewel formed by her organic sister.

Don’t envy those whose glass is half full
Half empty is always reusable.

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