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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