February, 2014 i | Page 6

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