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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Reflections on a Ballerina

 

You were found

right before first position,

just for a while.

 

We brushed prayers out and up

for beauty not to be fleeting,

just for a while.

 

We rubbed our toes in your chalk

pictures on the driveway,

just for a while.

 

Our arms were extended,

flowing like a swan’s,

just for a while.

 

And we gathered you

under our wings,

just for a while,

 

because,

in a while

you will dance.