BEJEWELED
Where do you find the encrusted crown of beauty, the monstrosity of the shards of hatred, the bejeweled?
Do you reach for the bespangled frenetic energy of destruction, the bedazzling pool of light of creation, the bejeweled?
Too easy marks are the stars above, the galaxies afar, so look beyond the bounds of the overflowing jewelry box on your dresser.
The sparkling gems in a laughing child’s eyes, bejeweled.
Iridescent explosions of crystal death in the carnage of annihilation that makes us lesser.
The glistening, glittering tears of those in the throes of suffering, bejeweled.
Compassion shimmers as the luster of benevolence makes us better.
I revel in the kaleidoscopic landscape of humanity, I am bejeweled.
Ghazal interpretation.