The Idiot's Necklace
The idiot rose one warm summer's day,
gathered a few gems and ventured away.
Their glimmer familiar, he'd made them shine
and set out to give out treasures from time.
To the first girl he said, "Hi! How are you?
See here this orange gem that sparkles like new?"
She sneered, "Sorry you fool, your thought's ain't right,
'Stones break your bones!', this is what WE recite."
Next came a balding fat man of short height.
"You want a blue stone that shimmers with light?"
The man scratched, then snorted, "Boy, you're upset.
Fact is it's money, not stones, we should get."
So idiot sat still with his bag full of gems
and strung a strand seamless from end to end.
With his necklace in place he stood tall and walked on,
glowing so warm like the first stroke of dawn.
"Ooh, I like that!" drooled the woman who sneered.
"How much do you want?" the short fat man cheered.
"It can't be bought" said the poor orphan boy.
"Its light shines freely for all to enjoy.
It's made of sharp pain that's smoothed over time
and forged in fires of fears that were mine.
You said it could hurt, and I was not right,
and you called me weird for loving its light.
Don't know what you know, and I'm stupid I guess.
I've no special chants, no coin in my chests.
I've only these gems life's given to me.
They are all I have, so they're all I need."
It's the necklace you want, but the light that you need,
to show you your purpose. To set you free.
The light of the path to our salvation
comes not from a thing, but from a creation.