Fragile

Fragile

I am as frail and broken
as my reflection in the water.
The image quivers and blurs
with the wind and the river's flow.

Its face distorts and the body
tears asunder, rupturing the heart,
and sending ripples
through the fragile torso.

Then clarity descends
as the water becomes still.
All is quiet and my mind
focuses on Life's blessings..

I take in fresh air and listen
to my hushed breaths.
The past moves downstream,
and the future has yet to arrive.

There is only now
as I strive to reclaim
my faith in His power
to heal and restore me.

Pat Nelson
February 8, 2009

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