rain of grace...

my dear
what then?.....

when the world you have so closely guarded

gets washed away like sand on the seashore

what then will you call yourself by?

man, woman, husband, wife, friend, foe 

bad, good, lesser, greater?

what dear soul

will you call yourself when all the covers that 

you have defined yourself by..

get taken away

so as to leave you bare without name and form

and to leave you without clever ways inside

that justify and thoughts that fight to be heard

oh yes 

this is the way it is  --

the mind loses its power to keep a stronghold on the 

being

and all that you thought you were is rinsed clean 

and laid open and bare --

to run in streams and gurgle down the drain --  

washed away by the rain of grace...

what then is your name 

when all has dissolved away?...