Jewels

A gift of the universe
A gift of the stars
Deposited an eon ago
Dormant in the core

Through the crucible of heat
Thought he crucible of time
Buried deep within
But there to survive

Trust in the Master
Fear in the master
For within his hands
Lies destruction or life

Held by the master
Confident and sure
Molded into a thing of beauty
Confident and sure

To sparkle
To flash
To tantalize
His to adore

A Masters gift of creation
Beauty that will endure.