Tender Fathers Poem by rosalinda flores rosevoc

Do you need to be circumcised?
Is faith enough?
Such are your ponderings that remind me of my brothers
the boys to the bloodline.
As a token of a covenant
We are rooted to the Vine
We are attached to Jesus.
This is how it works
In any tribes, in any nation we hear the sermon.
The doctor said, he can cut in 45 minutes now
In the olden times the penis was washed by guava leaves after two grandpas, a mayor and a war veteran cut it with seeds and healing bark of trees
My nephews laugh, our ancestors carry them on their shoulders, as the angels guide,
the students listen,
Go and send holy workers, Lord,
Be tender fathers in all the moon rungs.