Rebirth
By Louanne Robinson
He planted the seed in to fertile clay,
It divides from darkness and,
I coruscate, between waves of his being.
I am enveloped, in breath of his presence.
I am suspended, a vibrant glowing embryo.
Drawing life,
Being sustained by honeyed wine,
that flows umbilically from his Spirit into mine.
I have been born,
Taken out of the womb of earth to stand,
trembling in the hand that brought me forth.
And as a babe, my newborn spirit cryies "Abba
Father".
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