rested

Deep pools lay before me

open mouthed and calm,

warm springs, slow swirls

inviting me to shelter my bones

in their embrace.

---

Towering statuesque arms

encircle me as I

let the healing waters

fall into my soul

engulfed by beauty and solitude,

alone,

but not.

---

I wait for my skin to shed

and swim toward a bed of green,

shadowed by soft flowing

blankets hanging from

bedpost sized arms

and rest my head against the

deep-rooted trunk.

---

My mind hangs

in that space between

what is

and what could be

and I feel the presence of the One

who carries my burdens

beyond the shore.

---

I am held

in this moment,

kept,

in the arms of Love.

Inspired by Psalm 23