Gems

Gems are unusual things. Precious, rare, gifts usually from the heart. Not given lightly for there is always some cost to the giver. They should be accepted with gratitude for the same reasons, and taken care of with serious gravity. Lucifer, I was given such a gift the last Friday evening past. For the occasion arose where the question that had been of wonder for me, was asked. And by some miracle, the answer was not the one I expected.

And what will you do with such a gift?

Treasure it. Keep it somewhere secret and safe. It is never to be worn, never to be used. It will only be brought out in special times when I am alone and need some small measure of comfort. It will be held in the curve of my hand and wondered upon, marvelled at, for a moment in time, before being put back away. For it is not something for anyone else to see, for anyone else to even know about. Something that is mine alone.

Not you alone. There is also he that gave it to you. And that is even more precious.