I recently started a series of shells called “Faded Beauties”.
I often find broken and faded shells to be every bit as beautiful as a perfect specimen.
I am reminded of a poem I wrote years ago.
Each Shell
Each shell I found, I cherished.
Each shell delights the eye,
The eye that will concern itself
With God’s own gifts that lie…
In every darkened corner,
Behind every embittered heart…
Choose only to look past the pain
And in God’s great gifts,
Take part.
Take care of yourself and those you love,
Margaret