fragments along the shore
once a home for conchs
are now just pieces,
broken by the waves,
that add to the shore line
until human hands collect them
like my own broken life
that would be just pieces
were it not for Grace
collecting me
not as some arbitrary trinket
but to rescue me
and make me whole again
I can't make the shell whole again
to house a crawling sea creature
yet God can make me whole again
make me a home fit for His Spirit
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