PURGING

Come words,

let me see you

let me hear you

let me look into your vibrating "I"

Hear me,

and all I want to say,

when my "I" wants no longer be,

When my soul wants no longer stay.

Let me pour through you

the muddy river that crosses my heart

breaking chuncks of dirt, pulling weeds by the roots,

digging up seeds of hurt...

Heavy waters of pain!

Come words...

swim down this river and help to remove the stains...

Anything that is not light

allow it NOT to remain!

Anything there is not Light

put it out of my domain.

D.V.

08/17