03. Resuscitation

You breathe my life back into me

Palm fronds and ocean to a weary traveler

Baptized holy like an infant

Saved before it can do itself harm

I’m docile in your presence

Reabsorbing essence

Needed to complete my journey

And swim in your seas

It’s a lot to embrace but I let it in

I’ve learned in time to let nature win

Such a pleasure to be caught in the storm

These clouds reaching down will transform

Through these outstretched hands resuscitation

Holds the key to the end destination

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written May 2008

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