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Whether the water is good

Whether the water heals

Whether the water is dangerous

Over the banks it spills

It pours down my insides

What a refreshing way to die

I lose myself, drop by drop

Until nothing is dry

I learn things never imagined

And the Head Master of the school

Beckons me come closer still

Into the baptismal pool.

The River

A raging river inside me

Seeks my fingers for release

Too long have I been silent

Too long Iíve held my peace.

You can not restrain it

It can no longer be damned

Its ultimate purpose

Not under my command

It bursts through heavens gates

Into the pleroma beyond

Rivers may seek the sea

But mine seeks its origin

Until its sweet reunion

With Eternity

It will move all in its path

It will move inside of me.


Where has she gone?

I know they must wonder

My room now seems empty

My speech full of blunders

Obsessed by something

Of which I cannot speak

I seem to disappear

Through a tiny hole I leak

A drop at a time

Til I was all gone

It must seem amiss

But nothing is wrong

How do I explain

How reality shifts

It sounds like madness

Yet it pleasantly drifts

Though unsettling at times

The landscape, it changes

New vistas I see

Of infinite ranges

Which are somehow familiar

And beckon me come

Learning to navigate

By the light of the son.


Poems by Susan  seriouslythough@bellsouth.net