Top subscribe filter_none issues my account search apps login google-plus facebook instagram twitter pinterest youtube lock

Poetry: The Sound of the Sea at the Shore

illustration of sea shell

It all emerged from a tiny sea shell by Clare Celeste Börsch

As one grows older,there should be fewerand fewer words to say. Each one a few lettersbut taken togethermeaning something large. Sea. Sun. Shell. I gathera little pile, burying,unburying each, or picking one up and holding itto the sun, thinking,too bright, too bright … It is a game without endthat I lose myself inas the night begins to fall, and I shiver a little,my life a colorless cloakI fancy more and more. Like a child I will sit here,refusing all entreaties toCome in, come in right now … Can words, a single word,save me or anyone?I hold one to my ear, a roaring shell that saysneither yes nor no.I listen. …

This entry is tagged with:

Enlightening, Empowering, Innovative, Inspiring… Don’t Miss a Word!

Become a subscriber, or find us at your local bookstore, newsstand, or grocer.

Find us on instagram @SpiritHealthMag

Instagram @SpiritHealthMag

© 2021 Spirituality & Health

2021 Spirituality & Health (en-US) MEDIA, LLC