Beautiful, like shells and poetry

Shells on the ocean shore, in Portland, appeared to be butterflies. I took a series of photos. I've thought about different things to do to or with them but they are sort of nice just as they are.

Between moments of serendipity and challenges..it has been a full few years. But here and there something beautiful, like these shells, interrupts and I pause and wonder about how such perfectness just happened.

It is just something beautiful, like poetry...and sometimes when I read scripture it surprises me, sometimes it ebbs and flows like poetry.

The other night I came across this verse:

God brings death and God brings life, brings down to the grave and raises up. God brings poverty and God brings wealth; he lowers, he also lifts up. He puts poor people on their feet again; he rekindles burned-out lives with fresh hope, restoring dignity and respect to their lives--a place in the sun!
2 Sam. 6---> The Message