Broken Shells
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Broken Shells
The beaches hold uncounted pieces
Of all remaining from the storms:
The shells that once held life, now shattered
A tale of pain told by the years…
The surf sings dirges for each shell,
The moon looks down on each who died,
But they can’t turn the pages back,
Or turn around the ones who come…
You say that love is victor here?
But why are broken hearts so many?
Yet as these doubts have plagued my soul,
There then awoke a ray of hope:
The broken shells will soon be whole,
And death is doomed to strike no more,
For one will mend our shattered hearts
Who broke the tomb, and death itself!
Broken Shells
The beaches hold uncounted pieces
Of all remaining from the storms:
The shells that once held life, now shattered
A tale of pain told by the years…
The surf sings dirges for each shell,
The moon looks down on each who died,
But they can’t turn the pages back,
Or turn around the ones who come…
You say that love is victor here?
But why are broken hearts so many?
Yet as these doubts have plagued my soul,
There then awoke a ray of hope:
The broken shells will soon be whole,
And death is doomed to strike no more,
For one will mend our shattered hearts
Who broke the tomb, and death itself!
posted by Benjamin Graber | 2:25 PM
5 Comments:
Hey this IS nice I don't even hav to have an account
Beautiful analogy there.I'll always be thinking of that when I am on a beach.
Thanks for visiting, Jareb!
Hey Ben...nice site, by the way. :-) That last poem was really good- well written, beautiful message.
Blessings,
~Brianna
Thank you, Brianna! I'm glad you stopped by!
Ben
That's a neat picture. Broken shells; broken hearts. The world is too full of both, far too full . . . But Christ can mend broken lives, for which He is greatly praised. :-)
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