Healing waters

There is a need to go early into my quiet place
So I go again inside  to my   most favorite space
There by the waters that softly come ashore
My sorrows pour out; for  my heart was wounded sore

My tears mingle softly with the waters that gently flow
Their sound soothes away the hearth ache that I know
There is a gentle peace that comes from this quiet lake
So I sit here in the silence and of healing waters partake