Communion And Cleansing Poem by Carol Fleming Klein

Communion And Cleansing



I bring my trailing-mud soul feet
to Your table
laden with a banquet of many-guest anticipation.

And before them all
Smiling at me
with tenderness
You bring out a great tub
of soapy steaming water
sparkling red.

You kneel
to my cleansing.

Saturday, December 1982

Sunday, February 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: God
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Carol Fleming Klein

Carol Fleming Klein

Stoneham, Massachusetts
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