Fountain Of Fire Poem by Steven Federle

"Just as it is impossible for a man to see his face in troubled water, so too the soul, unless it be cleansed of alien thoughts." Thomas Merton

Closing in
the ancient wind sweeps
still waters, turns clarity
to confusion, joy
to primal fear.

I seek my face
but see only a blush
on the river's edge,
red betrayal seeping
from deep within,
from a wound unseen.

Cleanse me, O Fountain of Fire,
still my fears
and again I'll see
my face
washed clean
by grateful tears!