Rendered holy by the sanctity of bath
She mends the seams of a new reality
Eyes closed, she sees the tears
In the fabric of time
Old songs upon ancient lips
Weary whispers of unknown hopes
Thread through the warp and weft
Of yesterday’s dreams
Slipping silently into a new baptism
She re-emerges, almost whole
A new creation
© 19 January 2018
Suzy Jacobson Cherry
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