The story of the Reborn

The New Year is here
Bringing with it blessed January, the month of my birth.
I did think I was reborn in December, didn’t I?
I could feel it in my stride, in my breath and even in my dance.
Yes, I can still feel it
And on the 22nd, there was my cue.
It was declared true.
I am reborn.
I am the son.

Far more than I could have asked for, 
In one day…
He would do what only he can do.
That’s how we have always rolled, he and I.
Now, it is time….
I am born anew!
Celebrate with me!!
It is a new day!!!
It’s a new cycle!!!!

Out of the bushels,
Now the watchtower.
Lifted high, too bright to hide.

The Cheerleader....Regenerative . 
She is the one.
The womb of relevance is born.
No apologies.
Leave them wondering…  mouths agape,
Holding on to history
Trying to make some sense of it,
But as I have been told, Trash belongs to LAWMA.

You lifted the veil
Enough to have a glimpse of the most holy,
My home.
Oh, how I embrace it all.
Is this really your way with man?
I'm humbled beyond words
Yet you say "peace be still".
Let them wonder.

This is just the beginning.
I have been born anew.
The channel is open….
The way is clear now….
We long to see more
What will this birth bring forth on the earth?


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