Saturday, February 27, 2016

Day 18--Lent


Lord, I caught the current
and rode it until I tired,
then it dropped me back on shore
I walked along the edge
looking for the sea's detritus
I found shards of shells
good for stringing into necklaces,
 driftwood amulets filled with salt water,
 sea glass needing the swell of ocean
to smooth rough edges
Does the shard recall the shell,
the driftwood remember the tree,
the sea glass recall its form?
Does what is broken ever forget?


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