The Oyster's Work

I am a happy oyster sitting gently in the sand.
The turtles pass,
the seals bark,
The seaweed waves from where they stand.

I have within a tiny pearl created from the dirt,
A tiny speck
That sifted down
Left over from the laughing surf.

I watch as dancing clouds skiff briskly over head
The sea gulls cry
The rain dumps down
I rest without the slightest dread.

The seahorses all gently sway in prancing and delight,
The otters play,
The eels cavort,
My own foot is secure and tight.

Adding layer after layer upon this gem inside
Taking time
An eye of faith
Can see the treasure deep inside.

Splashing giddily above, the heron and the trout
Can only see
The hardened crust
No evidence to what I'm about.

One day I'll open wide to God to show the gem within,
The miracle
Shaped from the sand
My inner precious gift to Him.