We, the Coronado Scribes, consist of both professional and amateur writers. We have in common a desire to learn, by sharing our efforts and listening to other writers. We hold pressure-less sessions every Wednesday, at the Coronado Library conference room, starting at 1:30. Often we have guests who wish to just listen. They are welcome, and so are you.
Each week on eCoronado, we feature a different piece of prose or poetry produced by one of our writers. Please feel free to comment or ask questions in the comment section below.
Shells
By Channing DeVoueroix
Someone said I was God’s peculiar treasure,
Like broken shells I found along the shore.
Their edges ripped and rugged,
No perfection could I see.
Yet their shapes and colours caught my eye.
They were beautiful to me.
A quite peculiar treasure of brokenness
And indescribability, these shells.
And yet, their sameness I can also see.
Their intact’ parts describe their similarity,
But each broken line and gutted, painful tear
Makes each one special none a pair.
How like me! I think. These broken, wasted shells
That once held life and now hold only smells
Of who and what they used to be and do.
Now crumbled fragments,
Just enough to remind me of my own
Vague resemblance to life and youth.
But if the voice of someone else is true,
Then I am also a peculiar treasure to the same . . .
God, who gave the shell and me our name.
I guess that is enough to know for now.
The next to know is HOW’
To hold together, fragile as I am;
And not to crumble, as the shell,
Within the hand of man.
But stay preserved within the hand of God.
©2000
