The Parable of the Diamond

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Children Stories  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story about a lump of coal struggling to find the reason for it's existence.

Submitted: July 10, 2017

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There once was a little coal that lay sleeping, safely tucked away in it’s mother, the Mountain. Little Coal would dream of sweet things for it had no worries and was happy. One day, Little Coal was awoken from it’s dreaming and taken from it’s mother, the Mountain. This was the first time Little Coal felt sadness. The next day a great force fell upon Little Coal and she broke. This was the first time Little Coal felt pain. Through her despair, Little Coal heard a faint whisper. Though she could not yet understand what the whisper was saying the sound was comforting and so, Little Coal, broken and hurt, went to sleep. Once again, Little Coal was awoken but this time by a kind voice. “I have great plans for you”, said the Voice. Little Coal felt confused, “How could anyone have great plans for me? I am broken and home sick.” And she began to weep. As she lay crying, again, Little Coal heard a whisper. Only this time she could understand a bit of the words, “Do not be scared, you are stronger than you know.” This frustrated Little Coal, “How could I possibly be strong?! I am upset and alone.” Nevertheless, the words were soothing and soon, Little Coal was fast asleep. Some time later, Little Coal was woken by a sharp pain. The pain grew worse and worse until it completely encompassed her. “Why is this happening to me?” she cried. “I have done nothing wrong!” This was the first time Little Coal felt anger. Suddenly, the pain began to ease as warm, gentle hands picked up Little Coal and cradled her. “You are so beautiful but we’re not quite finished yet.” It was the same kind voice from before. Again, Little Coal felt confused, “How could I be beautiful? I am just a broken little coal who is angry and frightened.” But the words comforted her and soon she fell back to sleep. This time, Little Coal was awoken by a soft, quick scrubbing on her back. She had never before felt so clean and felt some joy returned to her heart. This was the first time Little Coal felt thankful. Rejuvenated, Little Coal felt brave enough to address the Voice, “Please, I beg you, what was the point of all of my suffering? I was a content little coal, sleeping and dreaming peacefully within my mother, the Mountain. But now, I barely remember happiness.” “Do not despair, little one,” replied the Voice. “Look at yourself and see you are no longer a coal but the most beautiful diamond in the world.” Little Coal saw what she had become and marveled at the change. “Yes,” she said, “but please, excuse my ignorance, for I do not understand why?” “Because,” said the Voice, “a great king has asked for a priceless gem, beautiful beyond imagination, to give as a gift to his bride.” “What did the bride do that the king would want to give her such a gift?” asked Little Diamond. “She did not have to do anything. The king just loves her very much.” the Voice replied. “You are to be placed into a necklace for her. Because you bravely endured so much pain, I gave you a very special shape.” And so, Little Diamond was placed into a necklace and the loving king presented it to his beloved bride. As the bride beheld the gift, she began to weep tears of joy. “Look,” said the king to his bride, “your lovely tears hold the same shape as the diamond in your necklace.” He then placed the necklace with the tear-shaped diamond around her neck, kissing her softly on the cheek. Little Diamond nestled quietly into the warmth and heard a whisper saying, “Rest now. You are home and safe forever more.” This was the first time Little Diamond felt love. She fell into a peaceful slumber and began to dream of sweet things for she had no worries and was happy. The End


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