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Rain
The sweet smell of rain
Decends like a falling dove,
Leaning into it I feel
A soulful plea...
The aura of the visual sense
And the aroma of the scent,
Together embrace the dreamer
Lingering deep within me...
The rainfall is poured
From a basin of wonder and mystery,
Deeply down it flows
Into all that I am...
Leaning ever further, as if in a dream
I allow the cleansing water into more and more of me,
Letting it wash away all the dirt,
Exposing a new and better man.
Baptism comes in the most unsuspected ways...
Salvation visits us,
Day upon day.
poem
by
Smoky Hoss
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