Daily Bread

The Oyster

There once was an oyster Whose story I tell,

Who found that some sand Had got into his shell.

It was only a grain, but it gave him much pain,

For oysters have feelings although they're so plain.

Now, did he berate the working of fate that had brought him to such a deplorable state?

Did he curse the government , cry for election, and claim that the sea should have given him protection?

"No," he said to himself as he lay on a shelf.

Since I cannot remove it, I shall try to improve it.

Now the year rolled around, as the years always do,

and he came to his ultimate destiny, stew.

And this small grain of sand that had bothered him so, was a beautiful pearl all richly aglow.

Now this tale has a moral, for isn't it grand, what an oyster can do with a grain of sand?

What could we do, if we would begin, with some of the things that get under our skin?
He hath made everything beautiful in His time. -Ecclesiastes 3:11