It doesn’t have to be much.
It hardly needs to be spoken,
a word –
pulled from broken fragments of shell and drift,
placed inside the center of your palm
and held out to the sky,
will let the sunlight sparkle through it.
What little it takes.
Poem and image by Sarah Rehfeldt. Please do not copy without my permission.
Photographed on the Oregon coast near Yachats.
This poem was the winner of the 2010 Sacred Poetry Contest at Touchstones of the Sacred: http://touchstonesofthesacred.com/