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,


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,


in the arms of Love.

Inspired by Psalm 23


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