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