Our love is
a sister of the light;
deftly, she unwinds
our shadowed nets.
Where they become
keening shawls
to shelter loss,
she pours oil of ease.
From underneath
she rips the knots,
the mass of algae dream
unties and drops.
And the reeds
woven to cover
fear of the deep,
drift and slip.
Lines of empty eyes
that caught and held
everything blindly,
surge and see.
Water
urges us
to fluency.
~ John O'Donohue
from Echoes of Memory
photo from cog arts culture
