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An Ode
An Ode
You make me feel like a Neruda poem
Like a page from his Odes to Common Things,
where the small and common place ascend
to rival the astral bodies reigning the heavens.
The heavy, everyday dust of the world wiped away
revealing the luminous inner-light of their being.
And though i appeared a stone chipped and faded,
dull and gray, cast to the side of the road,
looked over, passed over, tread upon,
as people went in search of glimmering jewels;
You alone bent down, took me into your clear hands,
held me up to the light and smiled.
What did you see that made you smile?
Because that beautiful moment made me
realize that though i was not a diamond,
or a burning ruby, or deep sapphire,
i am a precious piece of this universe,
with value equal to all the gold held
within the sun, and silver enveloping
the moon.