Renewal

A long, slow deliberate rain
One gray spring afternoon,
The sun sinks low and slow.
Through your bedroom window bird song floats,
and gentle droplets play a rhythm to the soulful moans you coax.
The long, slow strokes of your fingers
waken me from winter's bed, and
Strum a gentle alleluiah to new life
wrestled from an early tomb.
We resurrect ourselves with every touch.