the pool

the pool                                        1.29.15
aye, best beloved
you break my heart
watching you choose
suffering and misery
in bondage to your
conceited spiteful self
when joy and serenity
are free to accept
from His hands.

the spring is at your feet
and you turn back
gulping from a flask
of stale self-will
rather than see
your reflection
crystal clear in the pool.
what do you fear
to find there?

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About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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