Day 5: Random

A day dawns,
the stainless shower rod squeaks as
stainless curtain rungs skid over it.
There is friction even in a morning,
a self waiting to live for self.
i went down into waters,
and came back alive.
Now water crashes down,
a rainwater spout at just the right pressure
to rinse the death from me;
if only i commit to remembrance.

Car parked beneath trees planted purposely,
bringing life to brick buildings and wide cement.
Silent drops dot my shirt,
folder, books and threaten my Scripture.
Slip them beneath my tee,
now safe, but there's no place to
save my face. The rain runs through
my unkempt hair, through my unclipped beard,
into the corners of my mouth.
Taste and see nature's rebirth,
remind me of mine.

Only nine a.m.
and with garden leaves
a third sacrament is sprinkled over me.
A simple blue bowl as symbol;
speak of clothing, color, community,
and transformation.
A trinitarian renewal,
human-made and God-created,
then the combination.
As Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
refresh vows that bring me to Him.