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: 
Our world


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