Take Me to the Water

Take my hand.
Lend it to the good ole
Reverend or Bishop.
Let me smell the morning's dew
while the sun yawns and glare at me
as I wade in the water.

Before the holy oil tattoo my forehead,
let the chrous whisper a lift to my spirit.
And before the currents creep-up deep on my flesh, 

let the angels crown my soul with peace.

Stretch me like the son,
bear a witness,
hear my vows,
and plunge my innocent fabrics
into the water as it meanders.
In the name of the
In-the-name-of -the-trinity.



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