April is all about poetry – Vol. 1, no. 29

The wonderful month of April is just about over and so this writer will feature a story poem in this article, using metaphors for the Kingdom of God and how sometimes we can let it slip from our lives into the background and let the noise of this world’s hub-bub crowd out the sweet worship we have for our God in our hearts.  Then replacing it with the world’s glitter, and we all know that ‘everything that glitters, isn’t gold.’ So also sometimes, as the Lord Jesus used paradoxical images to describe the ‘Truth’ that is inherent within the Kingdom of God, and for those that find it, it is like searching for the ‘Pearl of great price.’  Therefore, here is the no. 29 from this series.

‘The Pearl’


It lay there half buried amongst all of

the cheap piles of costume jewelry.  A soft

sheen emanated from its softly rounded orb,

it kept calling my name.


I strolled  closer, wondering what was hidden there,

that burned with such color.  A fire that emanated

from within.  I uncovered it and thought to myself,

‘just another man-made pearl.’


It lay there without a setting, lost in the glitter

of the strands of fake pearls, diamonds and rubies.

As I turned to leave, the sun caught upon its orb

and played with the fire that waited beneath.


I looked again and suddenly understood.  Somehow

a real ‘pearl of great price’ had been discarded

with the cast-off jewelry.  I asked the shopkeeper

how much he wanted for this one lone pearl?


He complimented me on my taste and declared

that I was a lady of keen discernment, but…

He said that I surely didn’t want that old dusty

pearl.  He showed me faux pearls that had no fire.


He astutely read the desire that I held for this one

old pearl and thereby greatly raised the price.  We

haggled back and forth about its cost.  But I knew that

I would pay anything if I could just own it.


I told the old shopkeeper that I would return.  He looked

once again at the face of the pearl.  It appeared in

his eyes to be dusty, dull and old.  He laughed to himself

and thought ‘There’s a sucker born every minute.’


He carelessly tossed it back onto the pile of junk.

It rolled down the steeply slanted side and lay

discarded next to the ‘genuine faux gemstones.’

He put up the entire box ‘for sale’ for one dollar


As promised, I returned after selling all I had.

I asked him where the pearl was that I wanted to buy.

He said he was sorry, but that gentleman over there

had just bought the entire box.  Go and ask him.


I ran to catch up to the man just as he was leaving

and asked him if he had bought the old loose pearl?

‘I really couldn’t tell you,’ he answered just a little

bit annoyed.  I asked him, ‘Will you please look?’


He rummaged through the contents of the box

and finally snatched up the one lone pearl.

He casually glanced at it and tossed it through

the air.  I deftly caught it and held it close.


He glanced at me and judged me thoroughly.

then told me ‘It’ll cost you exactly one dollar.’

I gladly paid the man for my new found treasure.

He thought ‘there is a sucker born every minute.’


Finally, I held my Pearl up to the sun and it glowed

with a fiery luster that only pearls possess.  I softly

polished it until it’s true beauty shined through.

I rejoiced at having found the ‘pearl of great price.’


Many years later, still wearing my priceless pearl,

the old shopkeeper spied it around my neck.  It lay

next to my skin suspended from a golden chain.  His

greedy eyes declared, ‘There’s a sucker for sure.’


He coaxed and cajoled in his attempts to part me from

my Pearl.  But the more he tried, the firmer I stood.

I finally asked him, ‘You don’t remember me, do you?’

He said that he regrettably did not recognize me.


I was here many years ago and found one lone pearl

amongst your treasure-trove.  You deemed it not worthy

and wouldn’t bother with it.  You sold it along with

the genuine faux gemstones for just one dollar.’


‘I bought it back from that gentleman who also deemed

it not worthy of his attention either.  Yes, it was

dusty and old and neglected from disuse.  But I took

it home and softly polished the ‘pearl’  until it glowed.



           The Pearl of Great Price!


By Janice J. Robinson  © 1996

If you are a Christian poet in the Chicago area, at least for the month of April, this writer would like to make available to other poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.


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