Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Glimmering Grace

"Oh, come to the water all you who are thirsty;"
                                                      Isaiah 55:1

The water is another skin
I am held by
out here in the lake--

floating like a pale cloud 
through pale clouds 
and all that glass-
blue chalice of sky.

This simple breathing
in the currents
of becoming,
 for a time,

in the softness
of being
far from shore,
turning back
into itself,
and shining

 through the quiet, lapping light
of immeasurable
and glimmering 

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