The spoken Lake

She glides in white light

As i look down, nothing speaks to me more 

Simplistic, symmetrical

My worries spread into the water 

Its almost a sign from God 

In farther distance, becoming clearer 

She captures God's word with such elegance, complexity 

Greater quantity, the sidelines start to fade 

I wonder if he's speaking to me too.

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