I feel a little brave today
as God is by my side
inciting me to go down there
where all bad feeling hide
It's not a very pleasant place
with swamp and old dead trees
and every time I've been down here
I've prayed: "Get me out, please"
Submerged in rotting stillness here
the stagnant waters stand
no lonely crow to make a sound
no one to take your hand
And in the dank and murky depths
preserved the corpses lie
of every dream that came and went
to prematurely die
Like a good birdwatcher
I must stay and wait to see
their lifeless bodies float and rise
to blindly stare at me
My willingness to stay down here
although reluctantly
is slowly causing miracles
as something moves in me
Down at the bottom of the pond
a heart begins to beat
rhythmic, strong and vivid red
it pulsates at my feet
A circulation starts to flow
through places long cut off from blood
a bright breeze rustles through the trees
fresh water flushes out the mud
Is there a chance here to redeem
these places long considered dead?
A chance that things could blossom here
and better times lay just ahead?
