Poem: “Beside my desk, seashells”


Beside my desk, seashells

Show evidence of life
outgrowing the old self
and discarding hard
protective layers
that once encompassed

Praise the Lord! You
have risen from the grave
condition of mankind
and found Yourself,
buoyed in the Spirit
but anchored in us,
Your blessed Body on earth.

© 2016, Mary Harwell Sayler


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