Plumbing the depths

Black and white
is never quite as it seems
Always there are shades
blurred lines
hidden depths
Stories behind stories
Lives behind headlines
And the glare of light
picks out only a taste
of all that is hidden
beneath the surface
The dangers that lurk
The life that teems
Life rushes past
without pause
Few stop to look
beyond what is visible
to scrape away
the carefully constructed facade
Perhaps fearing what might be discovered
Perhaps already having concluded
that it is of little worth
And so jewels remain
buried deep
concealed
unloved
unappreciated
And we are the poorer
who fail to see
the riches
that are also
a part of
God's marvellous creation.

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