Waves of Time
by Selah Cross (age 16)
Under the hand of the ceaseless wave
A shell sweeps to and fro,
With jagged edge the white-pearled cave
Is caught in the deafening flow.
Turned and lifted, thrown and tossed,
Rolled through sand and sea
By grains the sharpened edge is lost,
Refined unceasingly.
Thus in the sway of the grinding tide
The shell shines soft and bright:
Unblemished, smooth on every side:
Perfect, pure, and white.
And so in the hand of the passing days
As the years and seasons flow,
I’m cast and rolled in the narrow ways,
My edges sharp with woe.
By joy and grief, by hope and fear
I’m lifted, thrown, and tossed,
By rolling wave of year on year,
By rain, by sun, by frost.
And so at last, beneath time’s tide
May I be smooth and bright,
Cleansed of stains on every side:
Pure, unblemished white.
Treasure
by Selah Cross (age 16)
The spreading fingers of the mind
Sift through the floods of thought to find
Amidst the crude old stones of earth
The treasures high of holy worth.
Oh mind, be vigilant to see
To hold, to keep in memory
Those thoughts that shine with truth’s pure light
Amidst the shadowed shroud of night.
Hold fast these things, the fair, the good,
Oh high and kingly brotherhood:
Thoughts of depth and beauty true,
Of worthiness and bright value.
For these will shape the hands they fill,
With godliness the mind instill
And make a beacon high and clear
As are the thoughts close harbored here.
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