i can when
i remember how you
washed me in your grace
sinking into the water
the glow of the sun above
still
unbreathing
i am caught off-guard
when i see my own
decay
a darkness i want to hide
but one touch
one encounter with just the hem
of your robe
one word
one cleansing in your river
i am then
able to give so much
more
i am then able to see
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