Misty Waters

Standing before, and at times knee-deep within,
those misty waters that I once ran to and through,
when I would run away from harm,
and run away from pain...

Therein, I truly rested.

Standing in that quiet, gentle place and space,
those misty waters consoled me, and carried
me into a time and place where only peace
resided, and my soul flourished, sheltered.

Therein, I truly rested.

Standing there, within, but a child I was,
I remember, the peace, the quiet, the sanctuary I felt,
and the protection I needed so, and begged for,
to see me through, just to see me through!

Therein, I truly rested.

Standing now, years after, looking back
upon those waters, upon that brook - I wonder,
do its gentle waters still flow, still console others,
or might it only have flowed for me, then?

Standing now, so many tears later, looking back,
into the memory playhouse of my mind, I wonder,
do its gentle waters still flow, to shelter others,
or might it only have flowed for me?

Whence, I truly rested.

Whence, I so badly needed to rest.

 

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