Patient Waters

The water was clean, the water was clear The water was felt and fell over her Through her hair and to the nape of her neck It ran down her shoulders, onto her back Clear, clean, and cold it crept to her soul Into her heart it fell to join its chill It could not smooth the cracks, nor penetrate Its mass of lonliness, caution, and hate. So the water flowed and felt, fing'ring brick Patiently, perseveringly a crick Sought, seeped, soaked: sluicing so slowly, soothing Invading the layers, parting, grooving At last to the core, aflame, aburning Roiling, rushing water streaming, steaming! The pressure too great for stone so compact Both water and fire escaping and cracked That obsidian coeur-- once cold and dead-- Now gushing with purpose it bled and bled Revealing a feeling so appealing The heartwarming blaze a girl was healing. New life growing for the wayward daughter All caused by persistant, patient water.