The Spiral of Design
sacred life…
mortal as a seashell
cradled and designed by divine hands
swept by tides
over the waves of chance
phosphorescence under tender skies
hidden souls
within a spiral core
with lore of an ocean at thy breast
soft landings
upon the shoals of time
'till nestled in the palm of God’s hand
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