Votive Offerings

They come to me, paper and stone;
offerings of homage, winding through water,
to fall at my feet.

Words settle to form shifting patterns
that drift and swirl about my heart
with the fluidity of poetry

Here in shallow water
light falls in streaming bands
gilding statues of stone

Silent faces uplift in mute supplication,
respectful silence shouts adoration,
as is my due.

My currents caress their bodies
soothing away all suffering,
sculpting acceptance.

Each body is draped with filigree strands
breathing life into the inanimate.
Cerulean, ochre, crimson;

a living frenzy adorns their stillness.
They are crusted over by delicate lace,
a tracery of filaments.

Slowly they are transformed
into things of perpetual beauty
making them mine forever.