Monday, February 6, 2012
Untethered
This raw, shabby faith that strains against its moorings:
the line is pulled to the straining point, lured by the mystery of dark deep water.
But untethered is not unfettered.
There are soul-snatchers in the water;
there are demons in the undertow.
When you hear the voices of dangerous deep, the sucking sound of despair,
stretch toward the forever light;
reach for the Wave-walker.
2-3-12
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I enjoy your wonderful photos and poetry!
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