Luster Poem by Jan Jarnigan

The delicate shimmering, shining PEARL:

knew not the rough waves of the sea,

nor what her fate was meant to be....

Thrust from her safe, protective shell

as fierce, deep water storms did swell:

forces that churning did bury her glow

in the dark sea's bed where none e'er go.

The days there were so very long.

Her life should have been a lilting song.

A fisherman, though, one day came.

He found that pearl...gave her his name.

On jewelry now she has her place;

She shines, has luster...Dark? No trace.

This pearl now glows with beauty rare:

Glory forever, soft and fair.