It's a funny thing about sea shells.
Some you can take and crush in your hand,
and yet they withstand the roilings and boilings in a heaving, stormy sea.
Some are pearlescent.
You can almost see the sun through them.
They're smooth to the touch.
Cool to the fingertips.
You can lift them to your lips.
You can taste the sea.
Others are heavy and dense.
Until you hold them up close and see how God
made them beautiful
if you only take the time