Washing Poem by ~~~ Leaven ~~~

Submerge thy hands
And cleanse thy palms
Of sinful deeds,

To show unto me
That you are not of this world.

Bring forth water also unto thy head,
And wash thy brow and temples,
So to open unto me Mt. Peniel,

That my coming might wrestle
With thy carnal mind,

And, I might bless thee
With a holy name,
Upon hallowed ground.

Anoint thy self
With fragrant oils,

And kneel upon the ashes of your flesh
And speak ye unto the Ancient Winds
To answer my knocking at the door.

5-31-06