Broken Seashell lay on the beach,
ragged, alone,
sharp edges waiting to pierce
an unsuspecting foot.
Waves roll in,
more shells join her.
Soon, they are swept away
into an oceanic dance.
Broken Seashell joins the revelry,
dancing with the other shells,
knocking and bumping into her partner
until her rough edges are slowly worn down.
Ocean and Beach play catch,
tossing her back and forth;
Sand, Wind, and Waves
lovingly polish her to a delicate glow.
No longer alone,
hurting and hurtful,
she is a thing of beauty--
smooth, soft, and glowing.
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Beautiful... with the analogy just below the surface.
We live on the ocean and see this lesson every time we stroll along the shore.
Thanks for writing this.
Beautiful! the Holy Spirit knows how to smooth out all the rough edges. It feels like your getting knocked around a little but the end product is worth it.
