Lake of Sparkling Waters

You are well named, Lake Ontario.
Diamonds grace your waves,
taking my breath away and
filling me with Spirit.

Your surface sports no
diamonds in the rough, but
diamonds enough for all.
And these glories are free –
not bought or sold or stolen.

These diamonds are magical, mystical, mysteria,
flying from wave to wave
they ground me on the water.

This lake is a font of Spirit,
a fountain of light, a sight which
will never leave me even while
leaving me transfixed.

4 thoughts on “Lake of Sparkling Waters

  1. shoreacres says:

    There’s nothing to add to this one. You’ve evoked the reality of spume and splash beautifully. These sparkling waters can’t be bottled and sold!

  2. maarten.wilbers@bluewin.ch says:

    Thank you for your always inspiring poetry and warm greetings from Greece!

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