Wings of a Seashell
Receding waters allowed me to walk
on the heart of the ocean floor.
The lady of the ocean extended her hand —
the wings of a seashell soared.
God heard boldness tempered with timidity —
cherry redness ingratiated on warm cheeks.
A taciturn excitement parted her lips —
the Lord eager to give her all that she seeks.
One shell hailed from the uncovered sand.
Only one whispered the words: All is well.
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