In Search of Still Water
By Don Iannone

Soul waters run deep
throughout my being they seep.
On the surface violently rough
testing whether I have the stuff.
Razor-sharp waves capsize my lifeboat
almost dashing my hope of staying afloat.
Into the turbulent dark waters I dive
to the depths I plunge to survive.
Fear as cold as icebergs in the sea
grips my heart and the rest of me.
Sun-lit mountains beckon from below
in their direction I must flow.
A faint rainbow appears as I swim deeper
a welcome sign from the Great Keeper.
Reaching the no turning point in my descent
my spirit takes over without my consent.
The waters warm and fill me with light
a sun-filled clover field is now in sight.
Near the bottom the waters turn perfectly still
from that peaceful place my heart does fill.