Lead me to the raging waters
In a simple dress of white
To drown the entrapping darkness
And strip my flesh to the bone.
Destroyed by victorious love
And drawn up in fierce fire,
The reflection is mine, yet not,
Truly alive, unafraid of failure
In the face of a daunting army.
Washed by water, fire rested,
So lost that Self is found,
A warrior fighting with love.
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