In the ocean waters
Dwell the clam and oyster too
They live down on the bottom
Where on sand they may well chew.
Sometimes the sand goes in
When the mouth is opened wide
Stuck and lodged in solitude
There a grain may be inside.
This piece of sand alone
May be left to grind all day
Irritation may it cause
If by chance it’s there to stay.
By this irritation
Over many days gone by
There a precious pearl is made
It’s a treasure to hold high.
Such the like is one’s faith
When it’s tried throughout the day
With the passage of much time
Faith becomes a pearl inlay.