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