An old jeweler kept several diamonds in a small wooden box behind his shop.
People often passed by and said, "Why don't you place them outside? Put
up bright signs. Offer discounts. Shout louder. More people will notice."
The jeweler only smiled.
At dusk, he would open the box, wipe each stone with a soft cloth, and hold
it toward the fading light. The diamonds would catch the sun's last rays and
fill the room with quiet colors.
"Do you not wish to sell them?" a traveler once asked.
"They were entrusted to me," the jeweler replied. "My task is
to keep them clean, guard them from careless hands, and display them when the
Master asks. Diamonds do not become glass because no one stops to admire
them."
Years passed. Few visitors entered the shop.
Yet every evening, the jeweler polished the stones as though a king might
arrive before dawn.
And somehow, that was enough.
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