Just Glass

I zoomed in a little more today because all I have is glass, and I wanted to showcase the smooth, round edges of most of the pieces.  Looking more closely, I'm noticing a broken edge on a brown piece in the middle, but it's not sharp, so I'll probably keep it.  Still, it amazes me how the surf, sand, and high water pH levels turn brokenness into such beauty (even if it does take at least 30 years to happen).

Today's Inspirational Verse   from Isaiah 61:3b  (This really goes well with the story of sea glass.)

...He will give beauty for ashes, joy instead of mourning, praise instead of despair.  
 

 

 

"Like Sea Glass" a poem by Lynda Sharpe

When I wrote this poem in 2010, I was blessed to have an outlet for sharing it in my very own shop.  Since that time, "Like Sea Glass" has remained an outpouring of my soul that's gone to sleep for a while.  Moving to a home that doesn't come with its own beach made early morning walks not quite as convenient as they once were.  But today, I made myself go.  With no make-up on my face, no curling iron or hair spray, I ventured out with one goal in mind:  spend time with God, looking for His peace while finding His treasures.  Ahhhhh.............beach blessings.

Here's the poem:

Like Sea Glass

A glass bowl,

a ship's porthole,

or a bottle emptied of its substance,
is lost and shattered at sea.

In its broken form,

forsaken, separated, and beaten

into the darkness of the ocean floor,

turmoil places each piece where it needs to be,

as the glass is broken even more.

Sharp edges are rounded and smoothed

by the weight of the water

pushing them against the sea's sandy bottom,

until finally, each fragment of what was useful to one,

will bring pleasure to many.

What once touched the life of a single soul,

is multiplied,

as God waits 

for just the right moment 

to wash each newly formed treasure

to the water's edge

where someone is searching 

for a shiny piece of happiness.

Upon that discovery,

the heart beats faster

as the hand rushes to scoop the sea glass jewel

out of the gentle surf.

At last,

the treacherous ordeal is over.

Looking back,

unlike us, the glass had felt no pain.

It had no realization of its journey,

no choices, 

no inner hope, or lack of it.

But we,

when shattered, broken, tossed, or lost,

can choose to use

our God-given will

 to fulfill our purpose,

to find joy in giving joy,

and to be that shiny piece of happiness in someone's day.

We, like sea glass,

can go from used and broken

to more productive and beautiful than ever,

and in a spirit of forgiveness

to others

and ourselves,

celebrate,

and be thankful

for new beginnings.

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