2017-12-20

šŸš©šŸŽ¶Happy birthday Shell! šŸŽ·šŸŽµšŸŽ¹šŸŽ¼

Well Shell, my sister, Fifty-five years old,
comes creeping up the ladder of this life,
yet hasn't kicked that bucket, turned to mould,
or grumped at all the cutting things a knife 

can do, although it's true (if truth be told).
The knife that cuts, if it's  not handled well,
can still be great use, in a surgeon's bold
and helpful hand. God save us from our hells!

And thank you for the shell who's "hollow space", 
reminds us of the sea from which it came
(well, those who know associate the place
it grew up, with the sound, that sounds the same).

And thank you for the Shell who is today,
who came to us from God's own heart of love
Though sometimes she's had other things to say,
she's more than just a shell. "Coo" on, you dove!

-reminding us of doves who brood on eggs,
to help them to hatch out and then grow up;
they.. aren't carniv'rous, fly  (& stand on legs),
and carry tokens of faith, hope, and love!

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