National Poetry Month, V.7.0, Day 21

Today's poem began as most do: a picture in my head of something I have seen, heard, experienced, etc. I rarely go with themes, and yet, one appeared.  I think it's a common theme, and a lot of people work with at least one aspect of it - sacraments are common to the experience of most of us, after all, in some way shape and form.  Even if we do not consider ourselves religious, we still use them in speech regularly, and thus, encounter them.  Today's poem takes it just a little bit further than dealing with one sacrament.  I would explain more, but I think that labors the point to far.  I hope you enjoy!

Thanks for reading,

Me

sacramental

the night closed in when i shut my eyes,
a blackness like none i know,
everything shut out,
a communion,
standing barefoot in the grass,
as the rains fell, baptizing me,
a marriage of soul -
mine with the universe -
confirming that which i knew in my heart,
a new holy order begun 
as my path was set straight,
my past sickness anointed and blessed,
taken away
as i was reconciled to my God.