The Baptisim Poem by Ross L Hanna
The Baptisim
Beneath a fragile glistening surface
Sharp sounds changed into muted softness
Then, raised upwards, breaking the moment's stillness
A watery, calming warmth dripping away
Before, clothed with scarlet stains of past days
Yet now, naked I stood, wet and without palm leaves
A new crisp air filled my lungs, I too was new
Free from the chains heaped upon me by others
July 28th,2013
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