(Parts read during the Healing Gathering on Friday, still in progress)
Prayer for the Unknown Swimmer
I have been you
Under the surface
Listening to the water
The sun streaming down
Like directions into the sky
We come here for peace
We shall look for you
And we will guard ourselves
and those around us
from being overtaken
As much as we can
We hope you have found your peace
And the last view, afternoon sunlight diffused through water
Dying, cradled in the arms of an old friend
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I took a picture of a tourist the other day.
She was bringing her 6 month old baby
Held her securely above the water
Both giggled as her toes dipped into the water and kicked.
The first delicious taste of cool water.
Every time we breach the surface,
we are reborn.
Amniotic fluid, baptism, daily showers and rain
never enough until it floods.
Walden has watched us through the years and seasons.
Underwater for the first time,
friends and lovers we introduce
Glorious days of sun we share with strangers
And rainy days of mist which draw us into smaller insect worlds.
Henry's endless varieties of plants,
even he could not name all the visitors.
I wish I had a picture of the first time.
Walden holds us.
first frost
silver ghosts
Walden holds all of us.
We contain multitudes.
It holds our footprints in the sands, every stroke,
the first glorious morning our parent brought us to the shores.
Held us aloft above the surface, secure
Even Henry drowned. (Tuberculosis)
"A lake is the landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature." - Henry David Thoreau, 9. The Ponds, Walden
“Be it life or death, we crave only reality. If we are really dying, let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel the cold in the extremities; if we are alive, let us go about our business.”
We see you.
In the sunlight
In the sunset
Every person baptized by these waters
Or words
We will find you
Again and again
In this Fall
The sunset comes too soon
And the cold
We, lost in the forest,
Engulfed by the dark
Guide us, with whatever you have now
And we will care for you.
Our lost brother
75 yards
20 feet
63
The other shore
Never the same river twice
The Pond holds us all
Every day
Every visit
Footsteps as plentiful as grains of sand
Fertile forest floor
Silver ghosts of salmon
Swim in the deepest
We, the living, will look harder
Help
Bikers, hikers
We will be kinder
More considerate
Try to be careful on our own journeys
We will find you in the setting sun
Henry's footsteps
Decordova's vision
Children and tourists
Help us
When we are missing
What we miss in our lives
The sunset of our days
The chill is on us all
We are you
Help us to find
We will listen for each other
May you be at peace.
We will find you
Again and again
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