Wednesday, March 28, 2012

in the name of the Spirit

there is the fog hovering along smooth edges
there is the water held in the belly bowl of earth
there is the silent glide of a seagull out in the distance
 i am profoundly humbled by what i behold

in this grey grip of morning i stand on the shore
in this moment before i step fully into battle
in a place of sacred rebirth called Soul
i hold tight to the hope of redemption

surrendering i wade into the ocean
my hands cup and pour water over my head
i baptize myself in the name of Spirit
and walk back to the shore for the challenges ahead 

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