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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