Precious Treasure

The bare branches of the flowering cherry tree etch a pretty pattern against the clear blue sky outside my bedroom window. It’s a tree which was given to me when my sister died 27 years ago, and so it is special. 

This morning, after last night’s rain, there were water droplets glistening in the sunlight. Some shone like diamonds, clear and pure, but if I moved my head slightly, the diamond became a deep sapphire blue. Shifting my perspective again and it twinkled pink. 

It is winter, January, and I’m still struggling to defeat this vicious virus which clogs my eyes with thick stuff, clogs my respiratory system with similar stuff no doubt, and has isolated me at home, afraid of infecting anyone else. I guess I probably feel a bit like one of those bare branches, stripped back and clinging on through the winter weather.

So encouraging to see the glinting of precious stones within the twists and turns of the branches. There is beauty in barrenness; precious treasure in the most unlikely of places.

I hope that today as I work on some writing, I can embed precious treasure within the words and paragraphs. I hope that as I speak and interact through electronic media, I can encourage others who maybe feel set aside, ‘unclean’ and leprous. 

Precious treasure is found in the most unlikely of places.