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Crystal Maker
by Joyce James
Monday, April 03, 2006
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Anyone can succeed if they persever and keep hoping





A single hair,

fragile as a passing thought,

pregnant with the possibility

of a miracle,

dangles from a pencil -

a fishing line

in a sea of saturated blue solution,

in a glass.


He comes again to stare

at the product of his boiling,




He waits and watches,

wills and wishes

for a crystal to form

on the end of that hair.



Once more he pours

the sea of blue

back into the melting pot.

Bubbles boil and burst.

Glass ,pencil ,hair reset.

Intensity of purpose,

and Hope in innocent purity

hang suspended yet again

in the glass,

waiting for the whole world

to appear -

a shining crystal

on a human hair.


He watches like a spider

mesmerising his prey -

himself believing

that he sees it there

Sees a thickening,

a plane,

an angle forming

as he keeps a daily vigil.

He waits as the watchman

waits for the morning,

waits for the birth

of a crystal. 



Morning comes ,

bringing gifts to him:

Gold of sunrise,

fragrance of faithfulness


the crystal


in complex perfection there

on the end of the hair.



He feels powerful, elated

as though he has a hand

in some grand design.

Molecules, once roaming random

have moved surely, silently

like troops, to join up

in utter orderliness

row upon row

layer upon layer,

triggered by a state of being

equal to the grand convergence

of the planets

to create the crystal –

as though for a moment

his hand has rested

in the Hand of God.



FEB 2006

Joyce James
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