Sifting

Who said what is nothing to me,

but rather it is what is said

that binds the allegiance of the heart.

As a man sifts through the sand for jewels

and gains pleasure at finding

a new one, rare in color, odd in shape,

as of yet unseen

if not to the world, at least to him –

so too ought we to sift through thoughts

to find the good, the beautiful, the true

and the virtuous, the lovely, the strong

and care not that we have to leave

the sand behind.

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