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A drop of water baptized me today
as I was walking by some campus trees.
What power did they have within their leaves
to Christen me and send me on my way?
I felt it trickle behind my ear--halfway
to soaking in my collared shirt. Oh please
be sign of some great changing cosmic breeze,
reprieve from self-rejecting hate. And may
I find in me again a peaceful mind,
a willing heart, a sensitive spirit.
Give me the power nature has to break
the longing for a life that's past behind.
My hope is simply champing at the bit.
Trees do not have the power to give and take.
This came from an experience I had walking on campus outside of the library in February. I've thought about writing it for a while and this gave me a good opportunity.
I would like some help with line 10. Sometimes I feel like it works, and other times "spirit" seems awkward in the meter. But maybe I want it to be awkard? What do you think?