He

Let the skies open
and the blessings

fall

like these words
I am fed;
all these syllables,
shower,

   from
         one
               singular
                     pronoun,

        He.


I have been forgiven,
many moons ago:
        ~making waves~

in rippling waters;
arms, raised,

lips prophesying rain,

our feet, roots,  
deep in fertile soil,

     souls
leaving footprints
where I once walked,

        shaking,

               but now,
                    I am still.




~

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