April - NaPoWriMo - 17

I washed you long ago, and flowed
To cleanse your hands and eyes.
Releasing tendrils that had bound you tight
I set you free.

I washed you in my cleansing fire
While sacred words dripped softly on your head
Soothing your fears and though you cried
The truth would set you free.

I washed you slippery sliding under
Bubbled foam and slithering fun
I washed you pouring down like rain
I washed your happy days and pain
I washed you and I will again
But will you come to me?

You wash the hurt with soap and I
Bring hope.

Written for ReadWritePeom #17, elemental - I picked water.

Comments

one more believer said…
water as a cleansing and healing relationship... hmmm, i like it... "sacred words dripped softly on your head..." the best... sirocco
April 17, 2010 at 3:04 PM
Marianne said…
Your water poem is well done, Sheila!
I especially liked your ending, "You wash the hurt with soap and I
Bring hope."
April 17, 2010 at 5:25 PM
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