the blue eye met blue gill
in the bluest green
of
clearest waters.
sun streamed in around us
as we swam together,
Catfish and Bream,
Mullets and me.
baptized once again –
healed or spared by grace (take your pick)
and up above,
in the shadow of the sun,
Spirit soared.


Serene images and poem. They are soothing first thing in the morning.