Again: A Poem

This is poem about becoming a baby serves as a metaphor for my somewhat recent conversion from atheism/agnosticism to Christianity. Within the last couple of years, I've used many of my poems to help make sense of my experience, and to sort out overwhelming emotions.

Here, I play on the "born-again" experience, but also try to show how wonderful and amazing it is to become childlike again, and to experience unconditional love. Your slate is wiped clean, and you literally become a new creation.

I whittled down into a child
then into a baby again
crawling back into the womb
no teeth, no speech
dribbling down my chin
vulnerable, loved,
unraveling
into the best part
the cord
fills me with you
my eyes black as blood
see gummy bear hands
they reach for nothing
but themselves
amazed by existence
until light breaks
and I am home.