Baptism

Written by: melissa mesch

As the hardness of the ice runs smooth,
my inner body begins to move.
The concrete beliefs shutter
into a divine melody.
A once contracted monotone
is now in a polyphonic harmony.
Cracking and releasing 
Truth runs clear,
passing in waves and flipping streams.
All is one in this fluid dream.
A love song and a bath,
no longer any wrath.