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Rain, Not Dew
A drop of water baptized me today,
as I was walking by some campus trees.
What power did they hold within their leaves
to Christen me and send me on my way?
I felt it drip 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,
one willing to forgive and to forget.
Lend me the strength that 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.