Reborn

I am anointed by the dews that flow
From you – you raise me up,
You bring me to myself and make me know
Myself as I drink from your cup.

I thirsted, drinking only brackishness
And thinking it was clear,
Pure water – order was in fact mere mess –
Until I met you, life was fear.

I ’m born within the water of your womb
Once more – I have returned
To walk among men, recent from the tomb,
The place where my soul, tortured, burned.