Morning

Baptismal rain
Washes the feet
Of the life-worn goddess,
Bringing her
Joyfully
To splendor.

Morning
Sings daylight
Upon the blossoming hydrangeas,
Blinking
In the luster
Of their own bloom.

The sinner said,
“Let there be light,”

And there was.

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