Have you ever found a nautilus shell?
On the
beach, gleaming
amongst the dark sea wrack
each
whorl, curve, indentation
a perfect creation.
Strange traveller of the ocean
depths,
part bird, part hero of ancient
times.
Home of
a fearsome protector
whose lidless eyes saw other
worlds
in a journey beyond our
imagination.
Now stranded here, a sublime gift.
Fragile perfection borne through
the blue
to death on the bright shore.
If god lives, this is his work,
no better could we do.
©Anne Chappel
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