Water falls invading my space

Soft and sporadic upon my face

Blessed is this baptism meant to replace

Cleansing me at an invariable pace

Blinded I still remain wandering

Blinking between sprinkles to erase

As tears are finally seen and heard

Looking back to check for an origin

I’m chased forward again by the wet fog

Obscured in future light of way presence

I remain still as the mist saturates my grace

Upon this ocean of perpetual motion I mature

Christened by low visibility and not knowing

Washing my yesterdays prognostications

Raining on my parade’s manifestation

Wet yet still refreshed by this apparent gift

Heavens are cloudy as my firmament is flowing

Purposeful is this apparent pace and rhythm

Invigorating and reanimating my dry bones

But first I must bath old spirits remnants

For once the dust is clear, I can clearly see

Thankful in the midst of a new reawakening

Washing the circumference of my reality

As my horizon is a renewed slate of appearance

Yet again the mist has left me and my world

Born Again!