Transformation to Treasure
Her faith leads her to the water's edge
Where she carefully scans the sands
And collects the scattered beach glass
To cup within her hands.
She fingers the once-sharp edges
Softened now by sea and shore,
Having endured tumultuous tumbling,
Battered down to their core.
She gathers them to her faithfully,
For she sees within her soul
This transformation from broken bits
Into treasure, again made whole.
September 03, 2008
I was so flattered this morning when I got an email from my best friend that included this poem that my Beachcombing post inspired. Can I just say that I have the most amazingly talented friends?