The Sand Dollar

I hold a wounded Christ,

or so legend says,

within this fragile sand dollar -

five punctures - hands, feet, side

 

no blood or gore to disturb me

but a gentle reminder

of his sacrifice

 

and a lovely lily with central star

recalls His resurrection

and the shepherds who traversed so far.

 

Upon a beach this treasure found,

slightly damaged, a reminder

he also carries me.

 

by Margaret Bednar, April 2, 2018

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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