Carol Fleming Klein
Communion And Cleansing - Poem by Carol Fleming Klein
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
You bring out a great tub
of soapy steaming water
to my cleansing.
Saturday, December 1982
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