I seek afterThy natureThe calmInside of me. The peacefulWaters,Beckon to meIn moonlight. “I am noJesus, orHoly saint!”I protest. “Trust me,”Is all IHear, asIt calls me. I relent,Giving in,ReachingThe shore. The waterLaps myFeet, as IDare not stray. Let it cleanseThe filthInside of me,Like holy water. Let it beMy baptism,As I treadWater. “To the pointOf no return,”I ...

Words and actions pass Like a blur.  Your hate speaks loud. Stillness nurtures, peace.