I wrote , “A Soul’s BECOMING : an Anthology of Sea shells” as an affirmation of BECOMING’s 12 tools of faith and as a sonnet of PRAISE to my GOD, whose Spirit is ever speaking through His creation
A Pond’rous Ark was I, O Lord, alone,
A heavy-laden clam beneath the sea.
In pain, with blanket black and shroud of stone,
Until my needy cry came forth to Thee.
Your holy Son, with outstretched arms, replied,
“Come learn from me, dear child; My yoke alights.
Like Gracious Fig in linen white applied
He wrapped my soul in laundered clothes of right.”
Too oft’ I drift from heaven’s holy walk.
‘Til waves impart the Murex mystery,
Reminding me to run to You, My Rock
Where priestly purple flowed through history.
My soul declares, “Above, and so below,”
Yet thrice deny before the rooster crows.
A sign of all man’s quintessential way
When stand I at crossroads ‘tween good and wrath,
Way-finding stars bring luminescent day.
“Good Lord,” I ASK. “Where are the ancient paths?”
A spiral eye at moonshell’s golden center
Beheld in holy view with longing core
Divine Geometry now my mentor.
Sharks’ eyes and Babies’ ears, Your ocean’s lore.
Exposing corners dark in glory’s light
My eyes were blind ‘til idols you removed.
Like Buttercups REDEEMED and now made right
Confessing heart – my soul’s made ever new.
When truth does reign within, then so without.
IMAGINE. ASK. Pure love replaces doubt.
Music staff on Tulip shells do sing
A sacrifice of PRAISE to sorrows bear.
Despite the storms that rage, my faith I bring.
Rich Bounty will come when tomorrow’s here.
All ships at sea need anchors and crossties,
Like weak Sea Urchins girding for the war,
Kept safely ‘til the storms of life subside.
STAND armor clad enrolled in kingdom’s corps.
The Olive shell bears marks of sacred art
Like scrolls inscribed with acts of God and man.
That none be lost, I gather fragment parts
ENTRUSTING shards to water and to sand.
“The universe, and so the soul,” I sing,
“Reveal through us the wisdom of the King.”
Christ’s life, His death, His rising and ascent
Sand Dollar’s tale, a prophet’s truth foretold.
Five doves within like gifts poured out and spent
ANOINT, empower, heal like those of Old.
Tyrian dyes of purple, blue, and reds
With golden threads weaved by Master’s hands,
Like Israel’s ephods shown in Scallop beds,
With hues that teach of Priest, of King, and Lamb.
With paths aplenty, Whelk shows us His Way
Leads us to Zion’s holy mount of Shem.
In Christ, BECOMING One from many, say
“ASSEMBLE – laud to new Jerusalem!”
With God, with self, with man, Your peace I seek.
God’s hope and Spirit flow unto the meek.
Upon your mercy seat I come to rest
In consecrated peace ‘neath Angels’ Wings.
The birds of air come make their twiny nests
The garnet wine makes hearts ABIDE and sing.
And on that day our Shepherd does appear
King’s Crown He’ll wear in matrimonial mass.
Placing Diadems on those who persevere
To cast before the One from ages past.
Of life, and death, and sea, and earth’s travail
The Oyster shell tells us the story full
Of faith, and hope, and love, which never fail
Of Heaven’s gates hewn out of iv’ry pearl.
The Truth in mini-wonders, waves present.
They beckon me, “BECOME like Him, Love, sent.”
Thank you Aunt Georgie Patt for these Glorious Paintings & Pours that you so lovingly created for BECOMING! I am grateful!