The Gathering
The Gathering
It started with the sun
casting colors on the sand, sun
tanned brown
pointing cowry shells – golden baked
An old seagull by the sea watches me collect
a gathering of shells to string around your neck
There are feathers scattered
and I weave them between my collection
of earth and sea - softness and smiles
From God - to sea and sand - to bird - me
Our gathering - an Offering
As our little old bird watches by seaweed freshly brought
sharing in this joyful weaving - for you.
Gathering too.
First published: Dual Coast
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