A stone

Throughout life we experience rejection.  It's just the way it is. The beauty (yes I said beauty) of being rejected is that it chisels away the imperfections of our character and guides us down the path where eventually we become the chief cornerstone.  If you know anything about construction, the greatest of care is given to the cornerstone of a structure.  The cornerstone is exacted in shape and dimension.  It is set carefully into the precise location.  It is important because it is the reference point by which all other stones are set.
You are being formed for greater purpose. 

A simple boulder, left for naught.  Formed of hematite, crystal and limestone, pressed under the weight and heat of the world for centuries.  Only to be cut loose from the bonds of the earth by the mason.

Chiseled and hammered until the outlines of my spirit are barely visible, freedom to roam forbidden by my bounds to this earth.  The artist toils and struggles to exact the perfect cuts to develop the masterpiece.

My heart, floating through the mist gathers the remnants of my soul once lost in a battle from long ago, waiting to be joined with my earthly vessel.  Every small piece revealed by a smile, a warm heart, or a gentle caress from a joined soul.

Struggling to break free of the world that binds me, waiting for the final application of the chisel from the master’s hand.