Monday, February 14, 2011


Water in a glass,
no mean libation,
but a broken music
out of your sight,
though fluid evidence
of an equal love.

Between now
and any next moment,
I breathe a sigh
into the pool of being,
searching for address
and for blessing.

As a chant,
as a song of my soul,
Love and Gratitude
well up and out,
quenching the waters.

Thus and simply charged,
I raise this glass,
our small cup of life,
a dedication.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

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