Beside my desk, A Poem

by Hilary Horn

by Mary Harwell Sayler

Beside my desk, seashells

show evidence of life

outgrowing the old self

and discarding hard

protective layers

that once encompassed



Praise the Lord! You

have risen from the grave

condition of mankind

and found Yourself,

buoyed in the Spirit

but anchored in us,

Your blessed Body on earth.

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