My Baptismal Day
I well recall the old farm pond
With winter ice and fernlike frond
Where I was baptized long ago,
After they scraped a drifting snow
Across the road and field beyond.
There remains an unbroken bond
A boy in white robe warmly donned,
New-born with spiritual glow
I well recall.
The pastor was a fair-haired blond
Years with him I did correspond,
He was my guiding light, although
That was many long years ago
When to Christ's call I did respond,
I well recall.
written April 15, 2022
for "Your Favorite Theme" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Regina McIntosh
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