Like a small smooth stone
I descend
Into the cool quiet pool
Some call prayer.
Noiselessly I merge
With an ancient world.
Though ever new to me
It has been here all along;
The old in the new
The inner in the outer.
Rippling the surface
For only an instant,
I sink into its depths.
Here I find
My self,
The self that is nowhere else
To be found.
In fact, here I learn
Self is too small a word.
And here I discover that you, God, lead me.
Beside stilling waters
You restore my hot and restive soul,
Recreating in me a pure heart,
A quieted mind,
And a newborn sense
Of the who
that is me.
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