Can you feel it?

~this babbling brook

soothing your muddy feet
so weary from wandering
tender, raw from
walking the road to ruin
~this gentle stream

bathing your battered spirit
aching, bruised, broken
from falling into ravines of despair

~this flowing river
washing your wind-swept soul
of every speck of dust
from your barren wilderness
every grain of sand from the howling storms
of your desert wasteland

~this rushing waterfall
cleansing your wounded conscience
of every burn from two-ended candles
every whelp from self-inflicted sabotage
every scrape from sliding down rocks of untouchable memories
every cut made by the broken glass of your shattered dreams.

Can you feel it?

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2000 �Iris Laureate-all poetry copywrighted
1999 � Sites by Starr
Came to read poetry