infant cry

my spirit, fresh as the rain
born delicately from your touch
as if the silent breath of god
swept over my soul–“arise!”

i dont know what it is about you
that so entrances me…all things cease
my former life and its dependence forgotten
amidst your fixed grasp of renewal

light of all lights
and tempestuous of all storms
be merciful, interstellar goddess
for my infant cry is weak