Scattered and worn, less
translucent even than it used
to be, fragments of brown,
white, green, of one being
with the sand, any message
once inscribed within
or upon it long since scoured
Messages can be rewritten,
glass recast, metal torn
and fused and fired —
the elements will melt with fire —
we wait for a new heart
and a new earth
wherein God’s mercy dwells
(with thanks to 2 Peter 3)
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over the water 