Beginnings

Beginnings

Sunken deep down in a distant abyss
Swathed in darkness the body's embrace.
There resides a wee flame on the shores of a pool
In this realm of peace, the wee flame doth rule.

Sleek serenity glazes over the water's face
Enveloping calm, neither care nor haste.
For this place is of peace, and joy and love
Innocent and silent, pure as a dove.

Eternally burning through passages of time
To every creature alike, it does them bind.
Perfect alone in shape and thought
Shield you close, from life's onslaught.

Blanketed in dark, not a thing to be seen
Sheltering you safely, when you wish to flee.
The water gleaming in the wee flame's glow
No movement nor ripples or fret does it show.

Though alas one day, the pool awakes
Broiling and foaming, like an angry earthquake.
A wild wind whips, and beats the waves
Flaring and fanning the wee little flame.

Up does it flare, strongly and bright
Heating the blanket of darkness alight.
Up from the froth the steam doth rise
Seething and stirring it must break the lies.

In a roar of passionate heat and fire
A tiny wee droplet in its entire
Freed from the writhing disturbed lagoon
Its imperative job, completed soon.

It creeps along, upwards with force
The journey so hard, and filled with remorse.
Slowly and surely it knows its path
Though never been traveled, it's relieved at last.

Drawing and holding pain as it passes
Soaking up anger to burn it to ashes.
An uphill battle the droplet does fight
But at long last, brims into the light.

Swelling with pride and accomplishment full
It beads on the edge, feeling the pull.
In a great wave of joy the droplet leaps
Trickling smoothly down the soft cheeks.

Releasing the poison, the anger the pain
The tiny tear, it etches a stain
Of courage and honour, the will to go on
Releasing its healing, let the hurt be gone.

Skimming the chin, the tear does pause
Gazing above to send his applause
Many have gathered, to peer down his way
Ready to leap, their poisons to slay.

Hovering gently, he knew he was finished
His critical job, the soul to be nourished.
Letting it go he floats to the ground
The resounding healing, heard all 'round.