Deep in the beginning, secret treasure waits below, buried before beauty has learned to glow.

Fault lines cut it, flame tempers it, and pressure teaches the hidden places how to shine.

Silence and shadow shape what daylight cannot make, in chambers set apart within the human heart.

Grief swings its hammer; the cracked places open, and softness begins its patient work of repair.

Stardust falls like rain over earth's old pain, while rare riches gather beneath the weight of waiting.

Dig where the broken ground starts to sing, and grace will be found with mercy close beside it.