February 24, 2014

March Rain

And so we are reborn
Stepping out renewed
Cleansed from head to toe

By cascading waters
Not from a cold, holy fount
But in a blessed shower

Gone in a vile lion
With pink-stained teeth
And jagged sharp claws

Come out a lamb
With snowy-white fleece
Innocent of sin

Warmed inside and out
Braced against the chill
Of the dull, short-sighted world

Too often casting first-stones
From inside their paper fortresses
Of self-righteous indignation

At those of us who show flaws
And cast deep shadows upon
The hollow chasms within them

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