Watching Water Nymphs Whisper
Clinging to the rivers edge
I’m afraid to let go, to flow along with the current – so used to the present view.
It’s the loosening of the grip that is the hardest
Watching water nymphs whisper, ‘Trust’.
Tears flow downstream, clearing the way.
Ancient River of joy
Take me through the streams of tears, torrents of ecstasy, pools of love.
Cover me in droplets of forgiveness
Let me emerge reborn.