The Cleansing/Poetry

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Wash me,

drench me,

quench me.

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Fill my eyes,

tears from the skies-

Mother Earth’s pain

and mine are one.

Let me drown in her sorrow

till the moon meets the morrow

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where sunrise chases the night.


We are cleansed,

washed of sin,

born anew, fresh with dew,

winging, singing, as Spirit takes flight.



Cheryl KP

copyright 2015

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