Clear Waters

July 5, 2006

I have no clear picture of the poem I am to write today. I will ask the angels and muses to move my hands. And it is so.....

Clear waters standing
Fresh morning dew
Loss of clinging thoughts
Held of me and you

New son is arising
Ask the father new
Born of fresh day's light
Tell me what to do

Absolute, clear, unerring
Truths from waters blue
God of power and might
Seeking only you

Transformative spiritual lessons
Chosen by a few
Peace comes with the robin's voice
Destruction builds anew

Love and Light,

Type: Poetry

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