The Fallen Jewel
 
 
He is a fallen jewel
Lone upon this dusty road
The universe in ignorance sedate
Incognizant of the value of such jewel.
Crown-less court-less
A king found himself eternal
Regality reached him all so sudden.
However the humiliation of this path
Reduced not the value of this jewel
Same as yesterday this day his value.
The light of his jewel shines upon whom?
Indeed the one blest, throes of betrayal a must.
(Tell me and tell me now:)
Who has brilliantly created him?
Who has commenced his beginning?
Who has planted the orchards of love?
Who has adorned the courtyards of loving?
In spite of infinite graces why this treachery?
And this day he is on sale
The buyers seeking only faults
And saying, “Is he worth anything?”
 
End.
 
 

Was it I who pulled the trigger or was it my Self who cut him down with a machete?
Was it I who walked him by dying or was it my Self who kicked him when he was down?
Was it I who raped his woman or was it my Self who enslaved his children?
Was it I who sold of his crops or was it my Self who starved his family?
Was it I who mounted him with demons or was it my Self who mislead his soul?
 
Do you think the Beloved who created him with boundless love and inventiveness would allow the value of this gem reduced by what I have done? Do you think the Beloved underneath whose resplendent vision his skin glitters would allow a speck of tarnish by what my Self has done to him?
 
It was I who killed him and it shall be my Self bearing the brunt of the imminent Divine Judgment.
 
 

 
Background: Haitian killed in Haiti. Photo by Carol Guzy.