We are mined from the rich dark mother earth
We are carved with care out of the motherlode
By a searching hand
Nourished
Shaped of our mother’s blood
Mapped by our father’s intention
Protected
Children of this kingdom
Mined from thick darkness
Crystallized with our eyes closed
In deep safe places
Brilliant strangers to the earth
Silver pilgrims
Diamonds in the rough
They must be precisely cut and ground
For their beauty to fire
For the blush to come to their faces
When it is time to come to the light
To be drawn forth and exposed to the world
To the fine fingers
And slender neck
Of Desire
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