Cleansing One

A Poem about Redemption

I am anew
with each sea
of you
waving and waving
us down

to the ground-- 
Mother Earth charges
up into this spine
a holding, a blessing
of love divine

and I've cum to know
no matter the wayward
go,
I hold this steady
flow of clean;

find my redeem.
I've been here before,
I'll find here ever more
and welcome the washing
of these tides,

these incandescent glides
to and from
the undone,
the won,
the one.