Blue Bowl Author:Lynn Martin, Jim Bodeen "This afternoon, for a moment,/ — I felt surrounded by prayers/ — when I wandered into a field of oysters/ — and saw the ruffle of upraised hands./ — I walked among them, amazed.// What was it I almost let go of?// I followed a path of water/ — and sand dollars to find my way back.// It was pure gift,/ — the way seeing the spotted fawn/ — stan... more »ding by the road, this morning, was." from The Oyster Field« less