Job 10: 12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
Mystical Waterfall
Walking to the waters
crest
the sound of a
spraying shower.
There amid the
foliage guest
belies a hidden
bower.
Mightily the water
runs amid
this cove that I have
found.
The moistened place
no longer hid
with its forceful
rushing sound.
My clothes I peel and
lay aside
to wade this peaceful
setting
I now become the
water's bride
the fall my face is
wetting.
My head tilts back
just a bit
cascading water
flows.
In this brimming
abode I sit
away from worldly
woes.
Serenity has a hold
on me,
may its presence
never cease.
Here alone to freely
be
one
with intimate peace.
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