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Born From Water

Heavy rain, pounding down,
A roaring in my ears.
I hear the voice of Thunder sing his praises to the Rain.

Oh, Mother of Memory,
Wash me in your waters,
That I might be quenched and cleansed.

Push me out of your deep ocean,
A salt slick body and sea-tangled hair,
With all my old memories under my skin,
Written in the marrow of my bones.

Mother of the Changing Tides,
Pull back your waters,
That I might waken with sand on my cheek,
Body of drift-wood, kelp strands, and whale song,
To Open sea-glass eyes, to see
My world anew.