- Donna Arthur Downs
As sun peeks over brilliant horizon
scatter lifeless shells on silver shore.
Creatures great and small wander ocean depths
but where shallow meets sand,
broken, worn remnants lie unfettered by the sea.
Tossed and tousled
each tells a tale of once vibrant life.
We walk among them
eagerly examining each,
hoping for perfect prizes.
Hours upon hours
old men shuffle
young men pace
each roaming the water’s edge for treasured trinkets.
Reaching into the waves
digging into the sand,
lifting, tossing, saving, leaving,
selecting only the perfect.
One perceives beauty where
others see worn, hollow.
They are like us…
lacking vibrancy, valor, vivacity.
Tossed and torn by leery lessons,
we settle on dry land, having lost our dreams
in life’s insatiable sea.
Unable to discern or distinguish,
we seek joy in secret places where it cannot,
Rather than seeking the Giver,
we grope and grasp to gather ourselves,
broken, worn, tossed…
far from envisioned ideal.
Only when selflessness enters
do we understand.
Ask and it will be given to you.
Seek and you will find.
Knock and the door will be opened.
© Donna Arthur Downs