The Stream

I sat watching the river flow past thinking of
How lucky a brook, to forget with each current
The waves held between its banks
But my conscience has never been so blessed
Pulled taught with guilt from a thousand transgressions
Unable to reach Asphodel Fields
Until mercy cuts the chain of life
For once freed I shall forget and be happy

by Ryan Leonard

Comments (1)

Wonderful perception of salvation. Pulled by attachment I am in the pond San freshness in the pond I stink. CP