Long, long ago before time was kept by mechanical hands, it was kept by the suns shadow & the moons glow. Time was different then, life was simple & what is now modern man was just beginning his timeless journey.
I have dreamt of such times. When all you had or needed was provided by nature & your bare hands. Survival was your physical priority, but there were also magical moments of discovery & loves emotions dominated the warm days & cool nights.
In one of these dreams a man & a woman were walking on the beach. Holding hands & rubbing shoulders they strolled the sand when he saw something within his reach.
Wading into the crystal clear water he knelt down & picked up the pinkish ivory like conch sea shell. It was old, almost ancient, & wore to a smooth texture with the front horn area slightly broken one could tell.
Admiring it he gently cleaned the sand & removed a couple of old mullosk remains from the horn. Now a hollow chamber existed thru the conch shell; he gave it to his mate as a token of love once torn.
She held it with both hands & placed a subtle kiss on the shattered face of the conch shells broken horn as a gesture of thanks. As she did she happened to exhale ever so slightly & a low deep resonating sound was born.
They both looked at each other & she tried the kiss again with her breath held until she exhaled & the first musical conch sea shell note this Earth ever heard, was heard. 🐚✨
Book of Hebrews Chp. 11…. Psalm 66-68
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