The Gathering

The Gathering It started with the sun casting colors on the sand, sun tanned brown pointing cowry shells – golden baked An old seagull by the sea watches me collect a gathering of shells to string around your neck There are feathers scattered and I weave them between my collection of earth and sea - softness and smiles From God - to sea and sand - to bird - me Our gathering - an Offering As our little old bird watches by seaweed freshly brought sharing in this joyful weaving - for you. Gathering too. First published: Dual Coast