The Tears of the Seashell
On the depths of the ocean floor,
a seashell drifted all alone.
How vacuous she felt in her soul
and so incredibly cold!
Tossed about by indifferent schools
of fish that hurriedly swam by.
Beautiful fish, utterly deaf to that
shell's painful, lonely cries.
Schools of them, in a gigantic hurry.
Who cared if a shell had worries?
They were the elite of sea, had no
Time with a shell to scurry.
Her beautiful, abalone shell started
to slowly wither and vanish.
The Creator knew of her pain, and thus
to His Heaven she was gratefully banished.
To the warm, loving Sea of Heaven, she
was thereto delivered.
Re-born again, happy with other sea life
who happily in gratefuness quivered.
Songs of hallelujah could be heard from
that eternal, magnificent, blue green sea.
By all the worthy sealife who now lived in
God's most auspicious, aquatic eternity!
August 31, 2020
Noon PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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