When I ponder,
On the wonders.
Those gifted to me,
And those for me to give.

I'm certain, a lot is my worth.
Too bad, I cannot be worth it all.
Necessary it is to choose the gem that shines.
Among my pearls hidden behind.

Could be a direct arrow,
Shot to a meal, long overdue.
Or rather a meal,
Awaiting beneath the digged.

Will time really run-out?
If I am unable to figure my jewel out now.
For it might not be ready,
To be explored and exploited.

However it may be, I actually do see,
Jewels lined up my aisle.
Shiny and attractive brought to the eye.
All wanting to be shown and known.

I am not told to pick one,
Neither am I told none
Rather I am urged to combine,
A perfect collection I feel is fine.

In the midst of deliberation,
I turn to the One who shows,
What purpose and how better,
The right jewels make one be.

So He may direct me to which is mine,
Whether I know or not,
If it may be good for me.
This or that, Show me.
Both it is? Help me.

To the path that is straight.
Guide me to glide through.
To a destination of jewel collection,
That fits me in might too.

© dh_irah✨🦋