On Returning Waters

Ah, the Lotus.
My wedding ring is a band of Celtic Lotus,
for which I wrote this poem ...

LOTUS RING

A caressed lotus flower breathes,
you know;
awakening in slight fluttered,
pulsed response
to heartfelt
whispered
words
that touch the mind and soul.

Then behold the showered
thousand
teardrop
petals
as nether dreams
and close-held fears
blend in yearning.

Such a gift!
Bury me then in white-rained kisses,
each an ever-mem’ried thought of love and heart.


I reach up – out – beyond
and
within heaven’s touch;

clutching, playing, gathering
a simple blessed few.

Bind them
by bold impassioned will and selfish need.
Forge each by each
and splendid reach
into unity
of cleaved wonder,
awe
and surrendered spirit.

Encircle my hand with a garland of silver light,
each fine petal a stepping-stone from then to now;
a symphony of gleaming notes of Lotus Song.