Washing over all cells
its healing balm
held inside its syllables
release, cleanse, imaginary
beliefs
its soothing sound
falls all around
dances between
illusions of wrong
doings
fills the cup
to the brim
over flowing grace
innocence in its place
drink deeply its song
let it carry you along
singing its way
throughout your day
Reaching its hand
through all your plans
touching your heart
giving a new start
Innocence in dewdrops
rain and sun
open and let it come.
Mary
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
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