Sun Baptism Poems | Sun Poems About Baptism
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Sunlight trickles through stained glass windows.
She kneels, a little apart from her fellows
who also seek salvation in water.
Her gray hair slips from her circumspect braid,
and her Sunday-best thrift-store garb
stands out because it doesn't.
Shaking fingers tap the rail
Nervous feet twitch as she waits.
The water flows down the line of supplicants
till it reaches her, and instantly,she is transformed,
beautiful from scraggly braid to thrift-store shoes.
Can mere water cause this transformation?
Is this a message for me---
Another arrow into the heart of my agnosticism?
I don't know, but for now,
there is sunlight trickling through stained glass windows.
Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015
My soul is among lions
I lie among the sons of
Men who are set on fire.”
Dramatica; expect the worst
And hope for the best
Is what some say ?
In life and breath and love and death
Stopping in front of the Azteca's
Theatre admiring the lovely
Mannequin girl adorned as a communal
Daughter with long flowing hair and beads
Her many colours; sitting amid the tickets booth
Draped aneath cobwebs smiling and speaking
Unto my spirit in hues of yesteryears arrays
These, pantheon coronations...
Red double doors with circular windows trimmed in black
Conversing an entrance to cross through its beckoning ?
A schizophrenic passing by again; this, a portal unto the sun.
Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2013
Your hands are like sunshine that
warms the inner parts of my soul.
The rays warming my inner being,
keeps me thinking of how the colors
of the flowers are so vibrant and
powerful in their activity.
As the flowers dance in a slight breeze,
the sun gives way to darkness and the night sky embraces the stars so numerous,
so shiny, so many.
As the night fades, the sun warms the day,
The breeze picks up the flowers in a dance, and your hands warm my soul again,
with the rays from the suns warmth and the shadows of the colors show the love inside your touch.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
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Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013