These Remain

They lay there, just above the tide,

Shaped from the drying sand,
And scattered almost carelessly
By their creator’s hand.
 
They were not going to last too long,
The tide was rising fast,
And when the waves wash over them
Their time would soon be past.
 
Yet though they’ll wash into the sea
They fill my memory,
Where, like the sentiments they bore,
They’ll linger timelessly.
 
1 Corinthians 13:13
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.