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

pulsing

in the currents

of becoming,

 for a time,

everlasting

in the softness

of being

far from shore,
turning back
into itself,

and shining

 through the quiet, lapping light

of immeasurable

and glimmering 

grace.