Born Again

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Thick golden light floods the hospital gates, the fire, again 

Igniting in my velvety bones. Let it move me toward the sky.

Soft petals of dusty pink tulips. Chicken breasts bloated with 

Orange zest. The rumble of gray clouds overhead, followed by a 

Sprinkle of sunshine. In right hand, a drink of strawberry lemonade.

In the left hand, the family dog with her curly fur, tinted gray.

 

Squiffy toes flat on the grassy dance floor, lifting up for a leap 

And a swing. But they never leave my sound foundation. 

Watermelon seeds melt underneath the crispy, rock-like dirt. 

 

Scrawny calves with rich red fluff move meekly across a 

Pasture. The sweet tune of Sovereign Grace Music rings in

My ear. A sleeping child curled close on a satin bedspread. 

A tree filled with apricot-colored squirrels. What a delight! 

 

Content with my newfound gift of forgiveness and salvation,

Which rained down on me from my King. He fights with me. 

The stillness and security of the breathtaking sight of valleys and

Bowed mountains. Valleys and mountains. My hair

Bounces in the air as I twirl in the wind with all my might.