Anemone (poem by Mary Ciani Saslow in the style of gospel music)

Anemone (poem by Mary Ciani Saslow in the style of gospel music)
I am sea grass,
swaying in tides.
My fingers are tendrils,
bending.
I reach through
transparency.
Blue light blesses me.
Then I am orphaned,
caught in grief,
bowed in stillness.
Slowly I see
my parents have blesséd me.
I dream no more
the tide that between them
ripped;
I dream no more
the current taut between
their poles.
I become a lily of the sea,
the body and blood
of a sea anemone.
The tides of the universe
spiral through me.
I sing the song of myself,
without goal, without grief,
gloriously spinning,
catching fire from the sea.
Poem copyright Mary Ciani Saslow.