By A. L. Baxter
Copyright © March 19, 2011 Ayon L. Baxter. All rights reserved 

Do you feel like a shell washed ashore?
Feeling alone; empty; bare?
Waiting for a wave to take your lifeless body fore;
Lettin’ go; an end to care?

Yet a shell seems as hard as a rock
Shining inside with delicate beauty splendour
Will be someone's treasure; off the rack
A change, a new, in the hands of a fondler

You are not alone; look around at us!
We are the rocks, the stones; 
Other shells; grains of sand innumerous!
We love your colours, shades; your tones.

Now wait till you see what I will be,
When turned upside-down; my face to the Son.
His light from above illumines me
Then you’ll see how my heart is won!

(Inspired by a Sea Shell and a dear troubled Lass)