rains that soaked the ground beneath
and left my stringy hair and me
soggy like the trees with moss aglow
pour down now from clouds that stir
the soul
drench my small perceptions
let them grow out of deceptions
wash away my insignificant dreams
send those awakening beams
of light from Your original worlds
although incompetent to say the least
may unwittingly i be steeped
in your inundating grace