POETRY
Where the
Waters Are
Still
Here in the place where the waters
are still
where heaven rests gently on hell
where the leavens blow in a meandering
breeze Here in the place where the
waters are still
where I am free from the handcuffs of life
where anger and want are pushed away
with unwelcoming arms where sadness
and sorrow sink
here in the place where the waters
are still
where in dark places someone is waiting
to turn on a light
where you fall down someone is waiting
to help