Heavenly blessing tears
Drench me
Till my hair is soaked
Clothes drip
Pores drink their fill
Goose pimples grow
On congealed hide
Wash the flesh of dirt
Like the moon polished
Cleanse the soul of sin
To reason like angels
(Tuesday 1 November,1996)
HEAVENLY TEAR WASHING AWAY THE THE FLESH OF DIRT AND CLEANSING THE SIN-BEAUTIFUL.
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Rain from the heavens! ! ! To wash the flesh of dirt. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.