A metaphorical journey of life, that begins with small stream |
Healing Waters I came upon a tiny stream And pondered upon its way It twinkled like a shiney gem And bid me on my way I was invited to a larger brook That babbled with much delight Which spoke to me for hours And I laughed 'til it was night. I awoke to the sounds of herons Capturing their morning meal And thereupon my journey My soul began to heal For the brook was giving directions In a playful kind of way Babbling about a slippery rock And to be careful where it lay. I stumbled upon that very rock And splashed into a creek I noted the giddy babblings And I laughed until I was weak. The creek was way too busy Collecting leaves upon her banks The oaks were being generous While the creek was giving thanks. The river on the other hand Was deeper than all the rest As swift as any ocean And a match to any crest. I decided not to cross her She looked angry, as if to say; ‘Only wade upon my waters edge for tomorrow’s better day.’ The day turned into nightfall The moon alit my path The river watched me sternly Yet spared me all her wrath. The morning came as promised The river kept her vow And ushered me into the shallows And the herons, showed me how. As I approached the other side I heard a distant shore Slapping a steady rhythm Much louder than before. My Heart was beating faster My Soul became a wisp As it lingered upon the air That was clean and clear and crisp. She glistened of blue and silver The Lady of The Lake She bade me to cross over But be mindful of her wake. I accepted her gracious offer And I swam within her reach Her currents were opened arms Her shoulders, sandy beach As I compassed the other side Before the setting of the sun I knew not where my journey began Or when it had begun For my lady became the ocean Where horizons touched the skies And I was at her mercy Amid her rolling tides |