Long searched for that fitting stone,
men of skill in the sculpting zone.
Searched all corners, but found not one,
Until they saw those two lying prone.
Jumped with joy as their toils won,
let's carve out a sacred deity did they all reckon,
worshiped by all as long stayed the moon and sun,
They set out for the task with great devotion.
Now the two stones there were best of friends,
Supported each other through the thick of times,
The hostile weather could never make them part,
With the sculpting, one was pleased while the other was not.
As the sculptors chiseled and tore them apart,
one bore the pain happily, while the other tried to thwart.
Then came the time to unveil the artifact,
One became a deity, the other just the basement’s part!
Time went by and the temple’s glory spread
Ornated and worshipped, the deity with all valuables gifted
Withered was the basement day in and day out,
Tormented it was by the trodding feet.
One day it could take this no longer,
“Tell me my friend”, why this difference in our stature.
“Oh my friend”, the deity replied with pity and composure,
I allowed to be molded while you resisted in anger.
Simple message hidden in this fable,
Lies great meaning in all our turmoil,
Small or big be the passing pain,
It always unveils unimaginable gain.
May this day remind you of all the gifts,
In whatever form – garlands or hammer hits.
Wish you respond always, like the humbling gem,
molded into a deity, and be always valued like one
Poem originally written by me in 2008, this is a repost with minor changes