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Nature Baptism Poems | Nature Poems About Baptism

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Details | Prose | |

The Raven of Baptism River

Far as my eyes can see, 'till lake touches sky,
Earth beats as one; Poplar, Jack Pine & Birch all
Sing with the White Throated Sparrow, our Planet's
Love songs.

Sloping (5'canopy) an ancient Deer trail along the
Baptism River (flowing into Lake Superior) I startle a 
Buck during his midday Nap. Soundlessly lifting up,
He elegantly bounces away.

From above, a dark object swoops in, Brother 
Raven is curious, (always a sentinel for Hawks
And Bald Eagles).  I stand motionless,  willing my
Neo-Cortex to flood my aura with peace; as I
Extend my arm and gently imitate the Raven's
Welcome call, a double-beat "Caw caw"...I am
Here Raven, I am me". My heart quickens as
He alights on my arm, talons gripping my
Forearm gently, but firmly. Cocking my head,
I look deeply into his obsidian eyes to his
Soul...he imitates me, tilting his head in unison,
letting my gaze enter. Images from high race
Thru my mind...the rushing river...undulating
Tree an instant, we have become
Brothers of the wild, as I softly shake my arm
To set him free.
"I am me, Brother Raven, I am me"

© All Rights Reserved

Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

Morning Baptism

Sprinkled by the dew,
Nature’s purification:
Flowers born again.

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009

Details | Tanka | |


standing beneath
the cold waterfall
my sins and the heat
swept from body and soul
by nature's baptism

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

SK- 4

The silence 
In the roaring of those tides
God is a river

Copyright © viviane leite | Year Posted 2012

Details | Pantoum | |

Divine Nature

Frozen and numb
Dwelling in my cold shadows
Shivering me deeply inside
A devil I am
Finding solace In Hell
Where Love is Evilly Blind

Melted and burnt
Relaxing in my warm flames
Comforting me deeply inside
A god I am
Finding solace in Heaven
Where Evil Is Lovingly Divine

Copyright © Guy Mearns | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Freeform Fright of Flight

Freedom from death bounds freedom to fully live, As freedom from over-competition reconnects freedom to deeply cooperate, As freedom from Win-Lose YangGame Strategy opens ecosystemic freedom to optimally double-YinWin-Win EcoLogistics, born-again regeneration, Beloved Dreams incarnating freestyle swimming flight from dawn through night greets eternal dawn's adventure blinding bright ecstatic spiral light, within...without...reiterate-within... just right centering delight.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

The Son

I was once kissed by the sun
Caressed in oils my breasts bathed free
like growth in my womb
kissing the moon
Capturing my true essence
unmasked, plain, pure

Naked in love my insecurities 
gave birth to my esteem
But then I became free 
from the taunting and ridicule of 
socieity's template of me
by adopting a new personality
One that reflects the real me

I like poetry I like to sing
I understand my spiritual need
I like love
I like the breeze
I like rhythm and passion
and long lasting nights of 
random acts of sensual moments that 
awaken parts of me previously repressed
The love I feel  is so unrest

I was once kissed by the sun
It's power gave me light and enabled my writing to become
spoken words
leaving footprints on the ink in my pen
Some of thoughts escaped through actions of sin
Unspoken words just thrown away 
Never spoken, or written again

Awakened by the sun 
all drenched in it's heat
Praising it's soure of power 
and embracing humility
Giving what I have to give
Learned to let go it's easier to forgive
We strive for riches but lest we forget
the richness of the sun
Each day be thankful for his son

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2011

Details | Imagism | |

The nature of the feast

  To feed of the holy swine, would be divine. To consume of the muscle and sinew beneath the rind.  A lavish meal the Christian would be, to wipe my mouth with cloth of purity.  Within fibers and marrow I find solace. Through smoke and tears I pick at heaven’s skeleton with greedy fingertips lusting for purchase.  To digest the cannibal lamb would bring me closer to who I am. To find one’s self in the flesh of another is simply a lost work of greatness.  Lucifer, a gracious host. Need not brag nor boast that his spread deserving of a toast, never ceasing to astound. Sin for sin, pound for pound.  Salivary glands hold dominion over my ravenous urge to feast until the savory iniquities of these beasts are licked clean. Break the bread to sop up the broth of sinner, smitten alongside my “gentile” dinner. The harvest commences, satisfactory.   
                                   The herd is ripe for the slaughter

Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R. | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry | |

When we go to heaven

When we go to heaven will you dance with me

will you finally see the shelter you provided

the love you showed for me in time

your hand in mine so freely wide

When we go to heaven will we walk along the sea

hand in hand you and me

Will we see Jesus together and feel free

so close to Him you and me

When we go to heaven can we walk the streets of gold

He paved for us

I see the time in my mind so clear

us walking side by side

so free and so near

I will look for you one day above

when we go to heaven we'll be free

you, and me and Jesus,

Us Three...

Written by://©Betty Bolden


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Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Lunar Baptism

Full moon rises clean
deep baptismal Atlantic
starboard full steam ahead. 

Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Truth Begins at the Corner

Remember to always make sure to bless the days that you are given, because they are few, and beauty only lasts so long! 
Hold tight my fair wonderer, your day will come. I will be with you again.
The lost soul of your childhood still roams the crevices of your forgotten past. 
The unrestrained faith in the wonders of the woods, the vastness of the cosmos, and the darkness of the night still lingers beneath the rough waters of maturity and age. 
Come with me again my friend and lose yourself in the joy of the unknown, the unplanned, and the chaos of a life on fire! I can take you there, if only you let go! 
Be with me, take part of me with you, and feel the self that we are. Perfect in spoiled admiration of instincts lost since the time I awoke without you.
The id consumes you with a savage passion, while the ego ever so gently licks the tears from your wounded breast. 
My mind strives to unbutton the layers of worldly impurities until I reach your core. Pure as the first light we accepted into our virginal eyes. 
Wrapped in body and blindness, our forms ached as we accepted this gift. As we unfolded into light, a passionate awakening of nature stirs the breath and frightens the senses, the initiation of spirit begins. 
I long to stay. The only I there is in this ephemeral abyss. I loathe all blessings bestowed upon my eye, but the light penetrates with ruthless contempt for all we have created, harshly illuminating the disparities of night and day, nature and nurture, love and death, you and I. 
I curse the light, and in desperation implore for the beginning to come to an end. For now I see you, and now I know… never were.  

Copyright © Charlie Firestone | Year Posted 2013

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So bright is the day The waters shall cleanse my sin Come purify me

Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016

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I'll Thank God In My Own Way

I’ll Thank Her In My Own Way

I really cannot just believe
Always me, I must conceive
What is written in my soul
As I let life make me whole
I won’t believe what people say
I’ll turn my head the other way
As I just take a look within
And see what lies behind my din

I look up at deep blue sky
I’ll look around where beauty lies
Hear the sweet birds sing their song
It’s in their world that I belong
Where river flow, and flowers glow
When I see all this, I know
That God is here and will be always
I feel her sweet love every day

So I will sing my song of love
Watch the stars that shine above
I will not kneel, I will not pray
I’ll thank her in my special way
I’ll let my smile light up, and glow
And with my joy I’ll let her know
That I have faith in all she is
As I live my life in total bliss

11 January 2016

Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sustaining Family Relationships

The family that bathes together
stays together
until every mindbody smells better together.

Is that like
biology is ecological timing,
hunting healthy polymorphic synergy?

If yes, it loses something in abstraction.
If no, you might need to stay in your bath a bit longer,
and extend your polycultural definition of family.

Is that like
baptism from monocultural ego identity
into permacultural EarthTribe individuation
thru rainbow colors of TransParent thru BlackHole
DiPolar CoArising Temporal EcoConscious Presence?

Only when baptism
merges a global extended family
immersing into EarthTribe's Solidarity Revolution,
haunted by Earth's nutritional DNA/RNA mutuality memories
of polypathic Ego/Echo BiCameral ReIterative Synergy.

Bathing with our Exterior Landscapes
as we would have Earth Goddess and SunGod
continue TransParently eco-mentoring
our Interior EgoLandscapes.

How about,
all souls bathe together
stay together
until every form of nature's regenesis
smells and looks
tastes and feels and sings thru prime crystal revolving light,
harmonic dialects of family fragrances,

It sounds pretty enough,
but I still don't think it smells deep rich composted
quite enough for EarthTribe's baptism
into Great Transitions of post-climatic full-blending octave fragrances
of time as light's fragrance of regenerative choice.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

The Fire

The Fire

        A fire can heart a home
But may, out of control, vastly roam,
	A blazing fire may take a town
As the fire burns and burns all that’s around,
	The fire becomes strong
Several days pass, yet, seems long,
	Out of control does the fire storm
Traveling throughout the area, very warm,
	Burning so immensively hot
Taking down the whole entire lot,
	The fire timely is put out
But the means of a large water spout,
	The Ashes rejuvenate the trees
New vegetation goes in Its place you see.

Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein

Copyright © Travis Klein | Year Posted 2016