Warriors Watermark

Each word a single tear
fallen on the page.
Tears of pain and rage
Washed from deep within -
Long buried and unreachable
in a churning murky pool -
A dark and deep chasm
of inner destruction.

These tears fall on fields
so fertile, brilliant green -
more peaceful scene
than that they knew.
They mix with liquid heat
then cool and take new form
as vessels meant to bear
the torrent that once was.

Now a watercolor picture
has been born
and has transformed
Colors red as blood
and darkened clouds
to waves of sea more blue
Painted by one soul's brush
but held by yet more souls.

Now bathed in light see
the pain's holy face
in this a place -
we ford to understanding.
That which was unfathomable
Now risen - met with open eyes
and hearts on journey
to touch healing colored waters.

© Lucille J. Biscaglio - 2 December 1999
Revised © Lucille J.Biscaglio - 17 July 2000