Neo Narcissist

I bowed down to my reflection.

It was fractured

in the disturbed waters.

I had lost sight of the One

who said “Peace, be still.”

There were ripples

in my consciousness.

Then his hands

spread out the waters

like clear linen.

“You are beautiful,” He said, “see?”

I saw myself more clearly

next to him.


We sat beside the still waters.


The fear of allowing others in

or coming out of myself

smoothed into a lapping of our souls.

Soul waters on the shore.



“He leads me beside the still waters, He restores my soul.”  Psalm 23


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