The living waters,
they take, they give
as they roll over me …
with only my skin holding me together,
The waters support me
       Embrace me,
        Leave me raw
        And
        Comfort me.
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The water still … has left its imprint
        On my skin.   I feel
                Both more whole
        And more fragile.
I close my eyes like a newborn as I immerse…
They opening as I emerge into a new world
        To a new me
Like just shabbat candles lit for the first time
   Every Friday.
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Surrounded by my sisters,
    I sit apart.
Loving their questions.
    Hearing their experiences.
        Respecting their stories.
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Why have I not seen this before?
I thank you God, that I see it now.