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.