The Crystal Ocean (February 2010) Poem by DM W

O a thousand rivers run into the sea;
On to the crystal ocean that flows through me.
The soft light of joy flows through the faint blue veins,
Beyond prayers and Prozac that only numb the pain.
Love's certain communion slays all the ghosts,
Of yesterday's long shadows, and fading hopes.
Despite suffering, radiant Grace still abounds.
Although blood stains the wren bone on stony ground,
Spring's green roots emerge at the chosen hour.
The elements contain a matchless power.
The funeral lament, of winter's bitter songs,
Cannot freeze the Spirit's sustaining wells:
Where pure water cleanses the heart's ageless wounds;
Where there is rebirth in a warm womb of blue.
O a thousand rivers run into the sea;
On to the crystal oceans that flows through me.